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fe) HIS GRACE. at last, I see. J.uck for little Gascoigne, isn’t it? Though I suppose he’ll get nothing except the title and the entailed estates; and what they’re worth no- body seems to know.” “Why won’t he get anything more?” I ingiired. | “Oh, because his uncle wouldn’t have anything to do with him—never saw him, in fact, I believe. There was a deadly feud between his father, Lord Charles, and the head of the family. What it was about I can’t say ; but they didn’t speak, and when Lord Charles died, the Duke, who, as you know lived and died a bachelor, rather ostentatiously took up Paul Gascoigne, Arthur’s cousin. I expect he has left the whole of the London property, which is worth any amount of money, to Paul. Still, Arthur ought to do middling well with the estates which are bound to be his, and most likely his mother will manage to pick up an heiress for him to marry. Ever meet Lady Charles ?” [ had not had that advantage, and I said so. “ Queer old girl,’’ resumed my well-informed friend, with an amused smile. ‘Not a bad old sort, in her way, though she isn’t exactly the sort of mother whom I should covet personally. As she isn’t one’s mother, one only laughs, don’t you know; but if she were one’s mother, I daresay one might writhe occasionally. Ar- thur doesn’t writhe. He’s such a good-hearted little beggar that he couldn’t for the life of him see a fault in anybody whom he was fond of; and, after all, he’s quite right to be fond of her, for she adores him and thinks nothing good enough for him. She was an heiress herself once upon a time; but that old rip Lord Charles made ducks and drakes of her fortune, they say. Anyhow, she has been pretty hard up of Gomichoo cS (E(0)