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4 ’ ’ MR. DENISON 381 prejudicial to her schemes was taking place; nor did she apprehend that after all that had occurred between herself and the youth at the Denisons’, he would be in a hurry to leave Lincolnshire. This was the second day after the ball; it was the one on which Frank had departed in the morning. The hour of noon came, and: Juliana again walked alone in the garden. She kept near the spot where Frank had so suddenly ap- peared in her presence three days back, and wistfully did she gaze through the foliage in the direction by which she thought he would come. But he came not. Presently she heard footsteps approaching along the gravel-walk behind; those footsteps were at once recognized, — she knew them to be Mr. Hawkshaw’s. Having, as the reader is aware, made up her mind to keep the two strings to her bow, she suddenly put on her brightest looks, and sped to meet the Squire with every appearance of affectionate delight. “Well, Juliana,” he said, after the wonted boas sa | suppose you did not think to receive another note of excuse from me to-day? ”’ “ Certainly not,’’ she replied: “it would have been too unkind, — almost unpardonable,’ and she bent upon him a look in which love’s beams appeared to kindle. “ I know very well that a guest has claims upon one, but still one must not forget the claims of others, — at least not alto- gether.” “ Rest assured, Juliana,” rejoined Hawkshaw, “ that even if Mr. Paton had reriained at the Hall to-day, I should have flitted away from him for an hour or two to visit the castle.”’ “Ah! then your young friend is gone?” said Juliana, scarcely able to conceal her mingled astonishment and vexa- tion at this announcement; but the next moment it occurred to her that Frank, though having quitted the Hall, had probably remained in the neighbourhood in a secret manner, as the only means of being enabled to find an opportunity of obtaining an interview with her. “Yes,” observed Mr. Hawkshaw, carelessly, ‘‘ he has returned to London. My own lumbering carriage took him as far as Lincoln, and he 1 is now no doubt journeying rapidly homeward.” “ You soon lost him,” said Juliana, not knowing indeed exactly what she did say, for the hope which she had formed (EO) CONNIEDOOKS