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Lady Grace. 189 “‘Well,” cried Cyras, who looked upon the whole matter as an excellent "joke ; 3 “don’t you know me again?” “You must be twins!” exclaimed the perplexed man. “ Not at all,” said Cyras. ‘‘ We are brothers, but not twins. I’m two years older than Mr. Charles Baumgarten.” “ Sir,” said the jeweller, turning to Charles, “allow me to ask why you did not explain to me that you had a brother who bore to you so remarkable a likeness? It might have solved the mystery.” ‘* Because I never thought of him at all in the matter; I did not know he was in England. Of course, Mr. White, you now exonerate me.” ‘As if everyone did not!” exclaimed Cyras. . “The trouble, Mr. White, has arisen from my careless habits. We colonists are proverbially careless, you know. Making no memorandum of the date, I did not know the bill was due. I have been spending most of the interval in Paris, where time flies, one forgets how quickly. It will be all right now, and your bill will get paid without your troubling to protest it.” They next called upon the holders of the bill, the Messrs. Jephson, who in their turn were equally surprised : the elder cynically remarking they might have had the wit to know that Cyras was at the bottom of the mischief. And then they went back to Pump Court, where Charles had ordered a substantial supper for Cyras’s benefit. “We don’t go in much for eight o’clock dinners, over in New Zealand,” remarked Cyras, “‘ but we make up for it in supper.” Then Cyras grew confidential. He spoke of a certain fair daughter of Mr. Jansen, the second partner in the New Zealand house. She and Cyras were privately engaged ; and he declared that if he could only win her he should throw carelessness to the winds and become as steady as Old Time. ‘“Her mother, a well-born Englishwoman, favours it,” observed Cyras. “She thinks there must be any amount of latent good in a Dean’s son. Mr. Jansen opposes it: not that he objects to me personally, but on the score of my want of prospects. He told me point-blank that he would give her to me were I able to become a partner in the firm.” ‘The difficulty is money, I suppose, Cyras ?” “Just so. Four thousand pounds. They would give me a small share in it for that sum.” ‘* And you have not got it ?” ‘‘T have never saved anything.” “ And what of the young lady herself? ” ‘I only wish it rested with her!” answered Cyras. ‘She would soon be mine. Ah, Charley, if I could only encompass that part- nership, it would make a good man of me and steady me for life. If I have to part from her—well I don’t think I should much care what went with me, or what the end was—perhaps ruin.” comicbooks.com