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170 Anne Hereford. eee you from going out as a governess. If I live, you will have your home with me after leaving school. Of course, that governess scheme was all a farce ; Ursula could only have meant it as such. The world would stare to see a governess in a grand-daughter of Carew of Keppe Carew.” The will lay on the bed. She told me to lock it up in the opposite cabinet, taking the keys from underneath the pillow, and I obeyed her. By her directions, I took the cabinet key off the bunch, locked it up alone in a drawer, and she returned the bunch underneath her pillow. By that time she could not speak at all. Charlotte Delves, who came up, asked what she had been doing to reduce herself like that. It was a miserable day. Mr. Edwin Barley did not seem to know what to do with himself, and the other people had gone home. Mr. Martin was alone with Selina for a portion of the afternoon. In the evening she appeared considerably better. She sat up in bed, and ate a few spoonfuls of arrow-root. Mr. Edwin Barley, who was in the arm-chair near the fire, said it was poor stuff, and she ought to take either brandy or wine, or both. ‘Let me give you some in that, Selina,” he cried. And indeed he had been wanting to give it her all along. ‘“‘T should be afraid to take it ; don’t tease me,” she feebly answered, and it was astonishing how low her voice was getting. ‘“‘ You know what the, doctors say, Edwin. When once the inflammation (or what- ever it is) in the throat has passed, then I may be fed up every hour. Perhaps they will let me begin to-morrow.” “If they don’t mind, they'll keep you so low that that we shall have to give you a bottle of brandy a-day.” I think the concluding words, after the pause, had been quite changed from what he had been going to say, and he spoke half-jokingly. ‘‘I know that the proper treatment for you would have been stimulants. 1 told Lowe so again to-day, but he would not have it. But for one thing, I'd take the case into my own hands, and give you a wine-glass of brandy now.” “And that.one thing?” she asked, in her scarcely perceptible voice. ‘The doubt that I mzgh# do wrong.” Jemima appeared at the door with a candle: it was my signal. Selina kissed me twice, and said she should be up on the morrow. I went round to Mr. Edwin Barley. “ Good night, sir.” “Ts it your bed-time, child? Good night.” comicaooks GO)