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116 HIS GRACE. yard, sure enough, we found Hurstbourne and Miss St. George, seated upon a couple of inverted buckets and conversing as unconcernedly as if nothing had been further from their thoughts than that they had for some time past been causing five respectable persons to use inward language quite unfit for publication respecting them. Hurstbourne was smoking a cigar and looked, as I have no doubt he felt, perfectly contented. “Oh, there you all are,” he said, as we hove in sight, ‘‘ we were just wondering what had become of you.” One or two of us—I was one—responded by afeeble sort of giggle; but Lady Deverell is not given to gig- sling when she is angry. ‘What are you dreaming of to sit out of doors in this cold air, Leila?’ she asked. ‘‘ I understood the Duke to say that he wished to show you the conser- vatories ; though I might have guessed that he would be more at home with grooms than with gardeners. I don’t know at what hour you ordered the carriage, Mr. Gascoigne, but unless we start at once, we certainly shall not reach Lavenham before nightfall.” Mr. Gascoigne went off to look for his coachman, while Miss St. George, who did not appear to be much in awe of her aunt, explained that she was not in the least cold and that she agreed with the Duke of Hurst- bourne in preferring horses to flowers. ‘You won’t forget your promise of coming over some day to inspect your cousin’s stud, will you?” she added, turning to her host. ‘ AsI told you, it isn’t much ofa stud, because he isn’t a hunting man, still he has one or two animals that you might care to run your eye over, and ifit won’t be troubling you too much, I should Gomichoo T = \ “S (E (0) m =»