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A SOCIAL METEOR. | 233 not aware of your present name, and I don’t flat- ter myself you have done me the honor to bear mine all these years—but I trust you’re well ?” “What did she say? She answered you, of course ?”’ “Of course, the miserable tramp—I should say she did, although at first she was very much in- clined to brush past me (we met on the stairs, you know) without a word. ButI told her not to make a fool of herself by putting on any of her airs with me; so she behaved herself after that, and we had quite a pleasant chat outside. Then I asked her if she was married again, and how her mother was, and she asked me to come in and she would tell me all about it. Imagine my surprise at walking in where you and Jack were sitting.” Then there was another pause, of longer dura- - tion, and this time it was Georgie who broke the silence. “Peter,” she said suddenly, “when I die I will leave all my money to your son—my cousin.” Peter gave the little hand which rested on his arm an affectionate squeeze. “Don’t,” he begged, with mock horror, “for if you do, his estimable mother will manage, by hook or crook, to get it all away from him in less than no time, depend upon it. But you are very eS) (Ele) EOMmiIchoo