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AT SCHOOL. 187 she had_first entered Madame Roubart’s it would have been almost impossible to recognize her; her carriage, her manner, her whole bearing had so completely changed. She was now one of madame’s favorite pupils. She very rarely heard from her husband; when she did so, it was merely a few hastily-written lines, saying that all was well at Gibraltar, and hoped that she was well at home—never more than that, never less. She received her money regu- larly, and the income that in his kindness of heart Lord Carsdale had promised to the Derwents was regularly paid to them. If John Derwent and his wife had one ‘greater source of wonder than another it was that their daughter, now that she had money, should care to live at school. They wondered that she did not care rather to have rooms in some pretty sea-side place, and enjoy herself, as. they would have done under the circumstances. So life ran on smoothly and gayly enough for all of them. Lord Carsdale was for some time quite enchanted with his life; his military duties, the military society, the — - novel and beautiful scenery, the strange, half-romantic style of everything delighted him— it was all new, piquant, and delightful; he had in him just enough of romance to love anything rather out of the common line, and at first _ he was enchanted with his life. He forgot all about his marriage in the careless buoyancy of his spirit; he threw off all thought of the bondage that held him until his lawyer's letters, statement of accounts, brought it to his mind; then remembering it, he would sigh deeply. What a simpleton he had been—how he had marred his life; the next cigar would lose its flavor, the next escapade would fal! dull and flat, then gradually he would forget it again, and enter into the wild excitement of a military life. | KS ~~.“ -Ecomichboo (e(0)