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Margaret's Grave. 61 “Do! Why, Richard, it will be delightful. I should like to stay here for weeks, instead of days.” *€Oh should you,” cried Richard, rather crossly. ‘‘ My dear Leslie, you don’t know what even a day’s sojourn in these stupid dead-alive places is !—wearisome to a degree.” “‘It puts me in mind of my own dear land, Richard. Indeed, I like it. And—don’t you remember—we have each other.” He looked down at her as she spoke, breathing the words in a tender whisper. For she loved her husband in a very passionate manner that perhaps was less wholesome than pleasant. For such love, when it exists, is apt to be too exacting, and to foster jealousy. The sun flickered on her face, now upturned to his, through the gently-waving vines, and Richard Ensor had never thought it so fair. “We might perhaps hire another carriage, and get on to-morrow morning, Leslie. I tell you candidly I cannot stand two days of it.” “What, not with me! Oh Richard!”—holding up her pretty finger in laughing reproof. “Then you would have to go on without me; for in this charming place I must stop. And why do you talk so? It is as though you had some pressing business at the other end of the world, and must gallop on night and day to transact it.” He said no more. That idea of hiring a carriage occurred to him again and again ; but he did not see his way clear to put it practically in force. For the very haste to get away from Guerre might perhaps excite suspicion in Leslie’s mind. At least his all-too-suggestive conscience told him so. As Shakespeare says, Conscience makes us all cowards. Mrs. Ensor was not very well the next morning. She got up, partly dressed, and had her breakfast taken to her room. Richard, going to her when his own breakfast was over, found her looking as white as her dressing-gown. ““Why, my darling, you have eaten nothing !” “T cannot eat in a morning just now; you know it, Richard. I will try again by-and-by.” “Doso. And I think you had better lie down again, Leslie. You must not fatigue yourself, remember.” “Perhaps I will. You are going out, I see.” T am going to see after that precious carriage.” Giving her a farewell kiss, Mr. Ensor went down stairs. Leslie stepped on to the balcony to watch him away with her eyes of love. At the far corner of it she could see a little portion of the garden path through one of the openings in the trellis-work. And the air, as she stood there, felt so soft and balmy, so refreshing to her Somewhat sick frame, that she resolved to finish dressing at onoe, and walk about the garden until he returned. But the exertion wonderfully revived her. And, once in-the garden, comicbooks.com