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— Fu Oy ls. "Tee 4 ag et PE ee, ae? ee Ga See ae A pO nee * Sci 2 ee cee me fF ei eay IFS fi, ee oe | . =" : r his eesti on Bh Ca dieadity at the countess, and ardonically ‘to himself. 3 eto. him the candor and frank manliness of Guy were onl y proofs of his callowness and inexperience, and he ‘on ighed in the privacy of his dressing-room as he thought “how the young earl would some day surprise his doting r usher by the way he would scatter the rich revenues of th Ee Darlingtons. How any such development of the vices of his kind might affect his daughter he never thought, mE For the very simple reason that he did not care. Love and 1appiness might do very well for the vulgar herd, but | for those who lived on the social heights they did not oxist. OB eT Darlington was in no hurry to announce her ap: “proval and delight to Guy—for it. did rejoice his mother’s he eart that Guy’s happiness and duty lay together—but one day the time happened opportunely for it, and she took advantage of it. They were sitting before the fire oe one in her boudoir, and Guy had been telling her of some merry escapade with Lady Sibyl. ea “Tain glad you like Lady Sibyl, Guy.” 5 “Tike her! Why, of course; how could I help it? She ;so free from affectation and prudery.” “She | is an accomplished and gifted lady, and her line- geis as goa as.our own, Guy.” is poe: believe so. Goes back of the Conqueror, [ ‘th : _ There was silence for a few minutes, during which Guy & ave himself up to thoughts of, one whose ancestry was uite as good as his own; but whose virtues lifted her to heights he could never hope to attain. He was thinking, owever, that he would at least strive to be worthy of her, when his mother, who pad been proudly watching his. Pandsome face, said ; _“T have been thinking, Guy, that it was almost time for. you to take a wife.” | ~ Guy blushed through the. bronze on Ris cheek. ‘but Jooked up with a joyous air at his stately mother. _ “T have been thinking so, too,” he said. | Lady Darlington laughed at the little touch of happy e lk raciairieatit in his manner, and leaned forward to stroke his cheek with the back of her white, delicately Ss hand. The, Beresfords, from whom she came, ee. famous for their hands. | ait ot hal z nin said, archly, a had noticed that you seemed Gomichookszcom .?