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HTS GRACE. 213 ence to her request, she apologized, a little awkwardly yet quite sufficiently, for having been rude to me earlier in the day. “To tell you the truth, Mr. Martyn,” said she, “ I am not happy about his Grace. I am afraid he is spend- ing more money than he ought.” ‘There is no doubt about that,” I replied; “I have been warning him that he was doing so for a long time past; but I can’t do more than warn him. I wish it had occurred to you to do as much a little sooner.” She sighed and remarked, with a queer mixture of regret and complacency, that I perhaps didn’t under- stand the hereditary tendency of the family. ‘The Gascoignes,” said she, “have been generous and open- handed from time immemorial. His father was just the same, and so, I must say was the late duke; although But, at all events, such is the family disposition, and it isn’t a disposition to be ashamed of, after all.” “Itis a disposition which requires to be supported by large revenues,” I observed. ‘ Mr. Paul Gascoigne appears to have obtained the revenues and escaped the generic taint.” ‘Well, you wouldn’t wish Arthur to resemble him, I should hope!” ““ No—except in respect of income. But as you and Hurstbourne are agreed in despising him, why are you so desperately bent upon rivalling him? I believe two-thirds, if not the whole, of these embarrassments are due to your insane attempt to pit a poor man against a rich one on the very field where the rich man is sure of ultimate victory. ”’ “Not at all!” returned Lady Charles, with some animation. ‘ Fight him we must, and Arthur is quite com l - \ boo cS (e(0) => m