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202 WEAKER THAN A WOMAN. again. Some one else will tell you if I do not. It wasI whom Felix Lonsdale loved ; it was I who gave him up to marry Sir Owen. Hush! Do not cry forme. I deserve it all, and much more; but, Marian, never talk to me of Felix Lonsdale again. We will go now, dear. The bell has rung for luncheon.” | CHAPTER XXXVII. MAJOR RAWSON. “Violet,” said Sir Owen to his wife, “I want you to give a garden-party ; they are much in vogue. There could be no more beautiful time for one than during this lovely weather. The grounds look superb; we have nota tree that is not in full leaf. Send out your invitations to-day.” “IT will do so with pleasure,” replied Lady Chevenix, and Marian Hethcote, who was present, appeared delighted. “You are growing quite amiable, Sir Owen,” she said. “Tf one garden- “party makes me amiable, two ought to make me charming.” “Perhaps they will do so,” said Miss Hethcote. “We will give one now ‘worth remembering. I think I can get the military band from Oldstone—lI shall try to do so—and we will send to London for a chef de cwisine. We will have everything of the very best.” The invitations were numerous. Lord Arlington decided to accept his. ‘“T do not like the baronet,” he said, “and I am erieved for his young wife; still we cannot send him to Coventry. We must visit him sometimes—and a garden-party is better than a dinner-party. We need not stay so long, and we need not see very much of our host.” So Sir Owen was made happy by a polite note from Bramber, saying that the earl and his wife and daughter would be present at the gathering. The Lonsdales also promised to be present, and it seemed as though the garden-party was to be a success. One day Sir Owen sat with Lady Chevenix and Miss Hethcote after dinner discussing the coming event. He turned to his wife. “Violet,” he said, “I saw a very pretty girl the other day —a girl that quite took my fancy. I met her at Darcy Lonsdale’s office.” “Indeed !” returned Violet. ‘“ Who was it, Owen?” “Let me see now—what did they call her? Evyelyn—Hve comicboo