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Je Mis" ue 3 * s@ i: ‘ S rf i y a a Hah Ais 4 fe By oh raat oy iM (oF i » 4 4 * CHAPTER XXII. i | ROBERT BARTRAM 'S REVENGE, ada a et “Did you meet your cousin?” was the first question Mr. q Waldcon asked. a ~ Alwyn racoeen linked his arm through that of kis friend and walked him -off briskly. “OQome, step out! I go to aristocratic symposium, Sine : night, and time wears apace. Did I meet Robert Le Diable? | a , Yes, at the other entrance of the square. Hang the fellow! . J why couldn’t he wait another month before turning ae Truly that wise old saw, ‘There is many a slip—’ was never more strikingly verified. It was like the entrance of the ‘Marble Guest’ in the opera.” LSS ie He laughed lightly, but his dark brow: donpractt Wap a ‘ more than he had felt it a year ago, he felt the loss of his © tncle’s fortune now. To be a dependant upon the bounty of his poor. little unloved wile was unutterably hse to his proud spirit. , “How is Mrs. Bartram! ”” Mr. Waldrass: deed, Sith a queer, sidelong look; “quite recovered from her sanbns fit, Dn Wag seni te ge ay ek “I trust so,’ ’ carelessly. “I have not: seen her since cay morning. She is a nervous, hysterical little thing—a_ trifle upsets her. I dare say she took Robert Bartram for a ghost.” iP ' “She never_knew him before, did she?” a “Knew him!” Alwyn stared ‘broadly. “My cee. fellow, ie of course not. How could Kssie know that reckless, ne ‘er-do- a well? Why do you ask?” > on bts a “IT beg your pardon,” Mr. Waldron said, a trifle nee wali a rassed, “I saw him talking to a lady just now in Union — Square, and I give you my word, Bartram, | I took it-to be your wife at first. But she was closely . veiled, and no- doubt I was m1 staken.” i oq q “Yes,” responded Mr. Bartram, in a tone of ielen con- , viction, “you were mistaken. Estella never saw my graceless As relative until last night, and is never likely to see him. | again.” Oa 4 Mr. Waldron favored his companion with a and. queer, sidelong look. He had his own opinion about that. = “Is the French notion that all husbands are. made Pe be. duped true, then, after all?” he thought,_ “Can. even ele Mistress Innocence pull the wool over the eyes of her sharp-— eyed lord? That was Estella who sat there, eping an ap-— pointment with Reckless Robert, and if me a | ned aake } oat hE aie iy et ) Pa hy 7. by i ’ ex ue ref DA “oP gibigs Ve _ & as Se eas —— =o Sy,