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ee i ri J vo * fr an - -F an : « * ' _ ee < ~~ . ~ ~ ye’ 4 es Ps WEAKER THAN A WOMAN. vb) “Some one has told him,” thought generous Felix, “and that is why he invites me.” 8 This noble-hearted man could not imagine a fellow-man holding out one hand with a smile, while he clutched a dag- ger in the other. He was sorry for having misjudged him, and thought to himself that on the day of the fete he would seek out Sir Owen, and shake hands with him. So, — to Violet’s great relief, there was no cloud on his face when — he told her that he would be pleased to attend the fete. But he looked very thoughtful when Violet told him of the invitation. “I do not want to go,” she said—“I do not like Lady Rolfe; besides, I do not see the use of making friends with all these great people—it cannot last.” * You really do not care to go there, Violet?” he asked. “No, not to the Hall. I shall enjoy the fete, but I shall not enjoy the visit.” Helix drew near to her. c “ Violet,” he whispered, “you will not think me jealous or disagreeable ?” 7 “No,” she replied. “I want you, to do something for*me. I am puzzled. sometimes I think Sir Owen must know that we are en gsaged—sometimes I fancy he does not; yet he must know.” “I should imagine that he does know—every one round | here knows; he would be sure to hear it. spoken of.” “Most probably. But, Violet, let us make sure of it— tell him yourself, sweet. He will be quite sure to talk to you, and it will be so easy; just a few little words, and then all my suspense will be ended—indeed I have not felt at all anxious about it, since this invitation. No man could be so false as to invite another to his house if he in tended doing him any harm. I am quite easy about it, Violet.” And he meant what he said; he judged others by him: self, and in his nobleness of heart had no notion what meanness was. There was a great surprise in store for Violet. She had talked to her mother about her dress, and Mrs. Haye had said that she must have something very nice; but somes thing “very nice” would be costly, and Francis Haye was _hard to manage on such points. Mother and daughter were discussing what was to be done under the circumstances, when a large box from London was brought by the carrier’s cart to their door; it OO ae a | comicbooks.co