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A SOCIAL METEOR. 267 “Beg pardon mum, beg pardon, I’m sure,” he exclaimed, as he ushered her in; “‘you see it’s allus that dark out here this time o’day, I often make mistakes, and then your vail—but step right in mum, and I’ll call Mr. Grant; he’s busy packin’ inside. Jl run and tell him you’re Here... ‘Packing ?” she repeated, in dismay. “Vis, mum,” you know he’s goin’ away Satur- day. It’s quite sudden like. Indade, it’s only this morning that he tould mea word about it.” “Where is he going ?” “To Europe, it is, mum,” replied John, wonder- ing at her agitated manner. ; Mrs. Thorne waited to hear no more. Scarcely” knowing what she did, she pushed past him and soon found herself in a sort of writing-room actually littered with books, fishing tackle, and guns, in the midst of which sat Lee examining the trigger of a large revolver. He looked up as she entered, and flushed a little, as if with an- noyanice. “Why, Ray, you here? But I hope you'll excuse the condition of affairs just at present,” he said, disencumbering -a chair and pushing it toward her. “I’m rather upset, as you see, but the fact is, I’m going away.” “So I hear,” she answered, without noticing (EAN! CVO KS (Eo) =