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216 REYNOLDS’ WORKS room. But I hope she will pay her bill, though, and sd doctor’s, too, for that matter.’ ‘i There mist be some mistake,’ said Mr. Marlow, ho | for the last few moments had been looking quite bewildered. “One of you talked of her having slept here all night. Why, she can’t have been in the house above an hour or two, even if she travelled post the whole way from London, for we know she didn’t come by the railway. We have already made inquiries about her there.”’ ‘There must be some mistake, then,’”’ said old Marshall, ‘for the Mrs. Chandos we are talking of has been here ever since six or seven o’clock last evening.” “Then it’s not the same,’ ejaculated Marlow. ‘‘ How singular a coincidence of names! But what sort of a looking woman is she? The Mrs. Chandos I mean must be about six and twenty, though when dressed as a man she of course looks several years younger. Complexion, delicate olive, a rich colour on the cheeks, large black eyes, very bright black hair, beautifully curling, full lips, the least thing coarse, splendid teeth, stands about five feet ten, I should think, excellent figure, upright as a dart, and fine voice, strong for a woman but not harsh.” ‘Well, I declare,’’ exclaimed Kate, knowing that Lady Bess wanted to be arrested at Dover so as to get the affair terminated in that town, “‘ this description exactly answers the lady up-stairs.”’ “The deuce it does!’’ quickly ejaculated Mr. Marlow. “ Then I am on the right scent again. But she didn’t come in male attire? ”’ “Oh, no, sir,” responded Kate, with an indignant toss of the head, ‘‘ or I am sure that she wouldn’t have been re- ceived into this house. The constable there can tell you that the Admiral’s Head is of the highest respectability.” “Yes, miss, that I will warrant,’’ remarked the officer who had received many a gratuitous drink at the bar of the establishment. “Well, well, I meant no offence, young lady,” quickly rejoined Mr. Marlow. ‘“‘ But do let us endeavour to clear up one point. When did this lady arrive? ”’ “Tt was between six and seven last evening, sir,’ an- swered Kate, “‘ as we have already told you.”’ “ Yes,’ immediately observed old Marshall, opening an Gomilchbooks (E(@) m