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254 Edina, death of some relative at Falmouth, and thought, I believe, that they would like to live in London. Poor Mrs. Bell is worse than she used to be: the complaint, feared for her, is making progress—and must make it until the end. I am attending her.” “They live near you, then?” * Close by.” There ensued a short silence. Edina was probably busy with thought. She spoke again. “Is Rosaline as pretty as ever ?” ‘Not quite so pretty, perhaps : more beautiful.” “Ah well—I would not go there too much, Frank ; illness, or no illness,” cried Edina. : She spoke in a dreamy tone, as if her reflections were back in the past. In her heart she believed he must have cared more or less for Rosaline. Frank laughed slightly in answer: a laugh that had some constraint in its tone. His thoughts also had gone back; back to that fatal night at Trennach. A sudden shout in Alfred’s voice from the group in the garden. “Here it is! here itis, mamma!” Mrs. Raynor’s thin gold ring had slipped off her slender finger, and they had been searching for it in the twilight. Daisy seemed to see and hear no more until some’ of them came running into the bedroom, saying that Frank was waiting forher. She went out, said good night in a mechanical sort of manner, and they started, arm-in-arm, for home. The old jealousy she had once felt of Rosaline Bell had sprung up again now with tenfold force. What a strange passion it is, this jealousy! None other, that the world knows of, is so utterly unamenable to reason. Let it once take possession of the hcart of man and it fools him to the top of its bent. Light appears dark, and dark light; shadows, that no other eye can see, become rocks of substance, hard as adamant. A short distance from the cottage, they met Charles. He was walking along at a strapping pace, and greeted them in a commotion of anger. “Tt was an awfal shame! Just because I wanted to get home an hour earlier than usual, it is an hour later. The office is full of work, and some of us had to stay behind and do it.” “‘ Never mind, Charley,” said Frank, with his genialsmile. “ Better luck next time.” “Yes, it’s all very well to say next time: that will be next year, I suppose. You hardly ever come to us, you know, Frank.” “I come when I can. You must come to us instead. Spend next Sunday with us, Charley. I can’t stay talking now.” ‘‘ All right,” said Charley, vaulting off. ‘Good night to you both.” And neither of them had noticed that Daisy had not spoken. © | comicbooks.com