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194° ia. CU EAKER THAN A WOMAN. ae, “Tam afraid not,” he replied. “But I would rather not repeat his words. JI am sure the carriage will not return.” ‘And he sent me this message by you,” she cried—* by ‘you of all men!” } “Tam sorry to have had to deliver it, but I had no alter- native,” he replied. May I advise you, Lady Chevenix ?”’ “Tf you please,” she replied. ‘Then I should counsel you to return home at once, before any one has time to notice Sir Owen’s absence—it will save so many unpleasant remarks. I will order a carriage, and no one need know for whom it is intended.” “Thank you,” she said, gently, “that will be best. I will go to the cloak-room at once.” She did so, and a few minutes afterward she stood, with her opera-cloak round her, waiting for him. “The carriage is ready, Lady Chevenix,” he said; “allow me.” He opened the door for her, and stood waiting until she had taken her seat. “It will not be long before you are home—you have a capital horse and a rood. driver.” She looked at him, and her eyes filled with tears. “Felix,” she said, ‘will you accompany me home? I would not ask you but that I'am frightened. Jam, indeed. I dare not go alone.” He hesitated for half a minute, and then he said to him- self that he must not think that she was Violet Haye or ~ Lady Chevenix; she was simply a woman in distress, and it was his duty to help her. ‘IT am afraid,” she continued, and he saw that her face was quite white and that her hands trembled. Whata mockery her diamonds and her superb dress appeared now! “Sir Owen is very violent when he is not quite him- self,” she continued. “If he is at home alone, I dare nob O. 3 “T will accompany you, Lady Chevenix,” he said; “ have no fear—you may rely upon me.” They said but little during the journey, and Felix was glad when the carriage reached Garswood. “You will come in with me?” said Lady Chevenix; and, seeing the white, frightened face, he would have done penis thing to help her. He was thankful that he had consented, for Sir Coren had worked himself into a state of uncontrollable anger. He was in the drawing-room, with a decanter half full of brandy on the table by his side, and when the pale woman entered he launched a volley of furious oaths at her. She made no reply, but, turning to Felix, said, quietly: | comicbooks.com |