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THE ARGOSY. Anne Hereford. 95 Jan. 1, 1868, and pushing me on it, with the pillow over my head. “You are asleep, mind! He might think I had been tutoring you.” So sudden and unexpected was the movement, I could only obey, and lie still. Selina unbolted the door, and was back in her seat before Mr. Edwin Barley entered the room. ‘¢ Are you coming down to dinner, Selina ?” ‘‘Dinner! It is well for you that you can-eat it,” was her answer. -** You must dine without me to-day—those who dine at all. Now, don't disturb that sleeping child, Mr. Barley! I was just going to send her to bed.” “Tt might do you more good to eat dinner than to roam about in a night-fog,” was Mr. Edwin Barley’s rejoinder. “ It is rather curious you should choose such a night as this to be out, half-naked.” ‘Not curious,” she said, coldly: ‘‘ very natural.” “Very! Especially that you should be tearing up and down the wood paths, like a mad woman. Others saw you as well as myself, and are speaking of it.” | ‘*Tet them speak.” ‘But for what purpose were you there ?” ‘‘T was looking for George Heneage. ‘There !—you may make the most of it.” } ‘Did you find him ?” “No. Iwish I had: 2 wish [ had. J should have learnt from him the truth of this night’s business: for the truth, as I believe, has not come to light yet.” } ‘*What do you suppose to be the truth?” he returned, in a tone of surprise ; whether natural, or assumed, who could say? ‘No matter—no matter now: it 1s something that I scarcely dare to glance at. Better, even, that Heneage had done it, than —than—what I am thinking of. My head is confused to-night,” she broke off; “ my mind unhinged—hardly sane. You had better leave me, Mr. Barley.” “You had better come and eat a bit of dinner,” he said, roughly, but not unkindly. ‘None of us can touch much, I dare say, but we are going to sit down. Wilham is staying, and so is Martin. Won’t you come and try to take a bit? Or I will send you something up.” “It would be of no use.” Mr. Edwin Barley looked at her: she was shivering outwardly and inwardly. I could just see out under the corner of the cushion. “You have caught a violent cold, Selina. How could you think of going out ?” “T will tell you,” she added, in a more conciliating spirit. ‘I went out because you went. To prevent any encounter between you and George Heneage,—I mean any violence. After that I stayed looking for him.” - CONnNIECLOOolKS GO)