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CHAPTER XXXI. DARCY FINDS HIS WIFE. Rosa Read at half-past six that evening let herself out through the garden gate of 40 Ashgrove road, her hands laden with flowers from the conservatory, intended for the Easter decoration of the church where her favorite curate officiated. Aylmer had arrived home in a cab a few minutes earlier, and had promptly repaired to his study, where Dorothy awaited him. Rosa knew quite well that these young people were in love with each other. She was both too vain and too sweet-tempered to be jealous, but she felt, as she herself expressed it, a “little bit left out>in the cold,” and decided that a mild flirtation with the curate would revive her drooping spirits. Scarcely, however, had the gate swung to behind her when she found herself involved in a thrilling adventure of the kind specially dear to her heart. Ashgrove road was thickly bordered with trees, and from under the heavy shadows cast by those on the opposite side of the way, Rosa discerned in the twilight the figure of a tall, slightly- built man, dressed in a light gray suit, moving along in stealthy fashion and accommodating his steps to hers. Being extremely pretty, ill-bred and self-conscious, Rosa was not unaccustomed to similar attentions from admiring strangers, and she was very far from resenting them. It was Saturday evening, and on Saturdays Ayl- mer had no night work at his office, consequently dinner was a movable feast and punctuality not a matter. ¢f;moa; S (E(@)