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182 Lady Grace. have his best wishes, Gertrude; and your mother’s also. Ah, my dear, you can find no excuse for turning from me now.” Gertrude rose. He placed her hand on his arm and they walked together up the path. Lady Grace looked at them from the window with a smile of welcome. Sir Everard nodded to her. A remembrance rushed into Lady Grace’s heart, and a flood of tears to her eyes. Just so, in that very garden, in the days long gone by, -had she loved and listened. Listened and loved and yielded to the impassioned vows of him who had alone made a heaven of her life—Gertrude’s father, Ryle Baumgarten, CHAPTER XIV. SURPRISES. _Hanp locked in hand, they stood together in the dusk of evening at the chambers in Pump Court, gazing into one another’s eyes— Cyras and Charles Baumgarten. It was the evening after Charles’s ignominious exit from the house of Dr. Dynevor. He had been busy all day ; had been in court, the junior counsel in an insignificant case; had made one at a consultation at Lincoln’s Inn; had been occupied in other ways. The only personal thing he had found time to do for himself was to write the letter spoken of in the last chapter to Lord Avon. And now, the day’s work over, and his dinner over, he was mentally deliberating as to whether he should at once apply to the police for counsel in his curious dilemma, or wait and see what the next day or two would bring forth—when he heard the sound of a visitor approach- ing. A gentleman of free and easy manners had run up the stairs to the door which bore on it the name of “ Mr. Charles Baumgarten.” Knocking with the silver head of his very elegant cane, he had stood humming a tune until the summons was answered by the boy, Joe. ‘* Master in?” he cried airily, and walked forward without waiting for a reply, as if he knew his way about the chambers as well as Joe himself did. The boy stared in amazement ; he had never seen two people so much alike as this gentleman and his master. ‘ Charley, lad!” Joe heard him say in salutation. The resemblance was certainly wonderful. Height, figures, features, even the voices were the same. Only in the expression of the two countenances a difference might be seen. That of Cyras was gay, light, laughing, as if he had never in his whole life heard of a thing called care; that of Charles was thoughtful and rather sad. And their resemblance to their late father, the Dean of Denham, was as great as it was to one another. ° “Don’t you know me, Charley ?” Intense surprise had struck Charles dumb. comicbooks.com