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152 WEAKER THAN A WOMAN. tune that had befallen them. The strength of his youth seemed to have returned to Darcy Lonsdale; he took his place once more among his townsmen, he went briskly to | and from his office, he worked hard at his business, the clerks came back one by one to the office, and far more than its ancient glory returned to the house of Lonsdale & Son. Katie could not rest until she had seen the earl, in order to thank him, and the little lady went over to Bramber Towers and asked for an interview. She tried to thank him in a dignified, matronly fashion, and ended by falling upon her knees and kissing his hand, very much to the earl’s confusion and delight. It wasa new life for them all, and the warmth of it cheered and brightened them more than anything had ever done before. The day came when Darcy Lonsdale put his arm lov- ingly on his son’s shoulder, and said : “Do not think, Felix, that in the midst of my troubles and of my prosperity I have given no thought to you. I am doing the best I can for you by giving you so much work that you will have no time to regret your lost pies fe “My dear father, I shall regret her until I die,” re- turned Felix. “The young always think both their love and their sor- row immortal. I will say now what I have never said be- fore, because I thought it would pain you—I thought she was not worthy of such love as yours. She had nothing but a beautiful face to recommend her—her soul was not beautiful, her heart was not true. The time will come when you will say that you had a fortunate escape. I pray Heaven that it may be so.” But Felix looked grave; the world must come to an end before he could see a silver lining to that cloud—the cloud of his misplaced, unhappy love. | CHAPTER XX VIIL. “T HEAR NOTHING BUT THE LONSDALES.” Lady Chevenix wrote a long letter home, telling her mother how greatly she was enjoying Paris—how she had been to one of the State balls at the Tuileries, and how the emperor had danced with her—and Mrs. Haye, on her side, — made all the ladies round Lilford envious by telling them _how her “dear child, Lady Chevenix,” was enjoying herself comic 2001 cS ec et . ea Sait MARS