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A Widower’s Letter. 219 two of them have gone on talking about me every day all these months, comparing notes, and finding out just in what details the Hon. Darcy Derrick resembled and dif- fered from Sergius Trevelyan. But, once I get Dorothy back, I must put a stop to these meetings and get rid of Phyllis, somehow. Put her on the stage again—that will be the best way—and get some budding tragedian at thirty shillings a week to marry her and keep her quiet, mixing his grease-paints and darning his silk tights. Then my beautiful half-tamed Dorothy and I will shake the dust of sordid England off our feet and set sail for sunny climes together.” Meantime, Dr. Wentworth, after a visit of nearly half an hour’s duration, came at length from his patient’s house, followed by Cresswell, who, still weeping, fastened the gate after him. : “T will call and see your mistress again in the morning,” were his parting words to the old servant, “and you must really try to keep up, that you may look after her.” Darcy heard, and was relieved in mind. Of course, the death of Phyllis was eminently desirable ; but, on the other hand, the death of Dorothy would have been such an in- tolerable misfortune that it was better that both sisters should remain alive. On the morrow it was most important that he should see Dorothy as early as possible, and with this end in view the Hon, Darcy took a room for the night at a hotel in the Hammersmith road, less than a quarter of a mile distant from Lockhart Cottages. Before eight o’clock on the following Sunday morning he was again in sight of the little, green gate. All the blinds of the house were down, and he was telling him- self that the inmates must be late risers, when one of a group of women, who were gathered gossiping round the door of the sweep’s house opposite, approached him. EOomicboo cS) t (E(0) 4 b : ; ba roc Ps ey. pe eee Pe a sels OU eel eee Par ee rT 5, . ees os fs. ee Re eee ae eA aik~, dia ~ _ 7