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108 THE ASPASIA CLUB. seriously, and Treacher was really serious in this, because he saw money accruing to himself, if his ad- vice were followed. ‘‘Now, the best thing you can do is to marty Miss Millar, with her fortune, as soon as you can. Don’t lose time! Marry her!’’ And the tricky lawyer darted away, leaving the seed he had sown to germinate. Gridston started to follow him, and then stopped: This was not quite a new idea to him, but it was the first time it had been put into words. Marry her! Well, it was worth trying, perhaps, but it was long, very long odds against success. He could not forget one evening when he had ven- tured over the line, and she had turned on him, her blue eyes cutting like a knife. As he stood there, revolving these things in his mind, his solitude was broken in upon. Three gentlemen entered the room. ‘‘Ah, Sherry, my boy, good-evening,’’ said Grid- ston, saluting the first, who returned him a careless BOG Then, as he saw the second, he extended his hand with a certain surprise. ‘Ah, Fletcher!’ | But Gillie, with a slight uprising of his brows, ig- nored the proffered hand, and crossed over to the en- trance of the ball-room. (E(@) m Gomicbooks