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992 2° “ook, Miatwal Contessioni 74 ae tie ee . CHAPTER X. MUTUAL CONFESSION. Lady Evelyn Desmond, entering the dining-room on the arm of Lord Clydesmore, found herself face to face with her lover. He sat beside his hostess, listening to her in- cessant prattle, with a look of stern pallor on his face very unusual there. | “You here, Trevannance?’’ Lord Clydesmore said. “I thought you had another engagement for this evening.”’ “None that I could not throw over, and Warbeck has charms no other house in the county possesses,” with a bow to his fair companion. | “Qh, certainly! I am the attraction, beyond a doubt,” retorted her brilliant ladyship. “But how is it Orestés has left his Pylades, Damon his Pythias, David his Jona- than? Where is the gallant colonel?” “Am I my brother’s keeper? He is pining for the sound of the war trumps once more; he scents the battle atar off, and is away to the Western glades and green - woods by the first steamer.” “And I, for one, am very sorry,” said Lady Clydesmore. “1 shall never find a Chevalier Bayard, a hero without fear - and without reproach, again. Peace to his memory. I hope he will be civil enough to come and say good-by.” And so the subject was dismissed. Trevannance looked across at Lady Evelyn, but her eyes were upon her plate, and her pale, still face told nothing; but over that of her father there flashed a look of unutterable relief. “What an inconceivable idiot I have been,” he thought, to let that passing resemblance frighten me so horribly! I am like a nervous child, terrified at an imaginary bogy. But, thank God! the fellow’s going.” The ladies went back to the drawing-room. ‘There were but three on this particular evening—the hostess, Miss _ Ethel Albemarle, and Lord Clontarf’s daughter. Miss Al- _ bemarle, a brilliant pianist, sat down to the open instru- ment; the viscountess took a new novel and cuddled her- Self up cozily on a dormeuse; and Lady Evelyn, with a » comicbooks.col at ; 3 “4 a. "ag d. ‘ . y - = ae — "Varn fe ey ae ae eth ee al v4, Nea,