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Featherston’s Story. 45. people thought he might have gone for good. But one Saturday morning some time onwards, when the month of May was drawing towards its close, Miss Lavinia, out with Nancy at market, came full upon Captain Fennel in the crowd on the Grande Place. He held out his hand. “IT thought you had left Sainteville, Mr. Fennel,” she remarked, meeting his hand and the sinister look in his face unwillingly. “Got back this morning,” he said; ‘travelled by night. Shall be leaving again to-day or to-morrow. How are you, Miss Nancy?” Lavinia pushed her way to the nearest poultry stall. ‘ Will you come here, Ann?” she said. ‘I want to choose a fowl.” She began to bargain in half-French, half-English, with the poultry man, all to get rid of that other man, and she looked round, ex- pecting Nancy had followed her. Nancy had not stirred from the spot near the butter baskets: she and Captain Fennel had their heads together, he talking hard and fast. They saw Lavinia looking at them ; looking angry, too. ‘ Re- member,” impressively whispered Captain Fennel to Nancy: and, lifting his hat to Lavinia, over the white caps of the market women, he disappeared across the Place. ‘“‘T wonder what that man has come back for?” cried Miss Preen, as Nancy reached her—not that she had any suspicion. ‘And I wonder you should stay talking with him, Nancy! ” Nancy did not answer. Sending Flore—who had attended them with her market basket— home with the fowl and eggs and vegetables, they called at the butcher’s and the grocer’s, and then went home themselves. Miss Preen then remembered that she had forgotten one or two things, and must go out again. Nancy remained at home. When Lavinia returned, which was not for an hour, for she had met various friends and stayed to gossip, her sister was in her room. Flore thought Mademoiselle Nancy was setting her drawers to rights: she had heard her opening and shutting them. Time went on until the afternoon. Just before five o’clock, when Flore came in to lay the cloth for dinner, Lavinia, sitting at the window, saw her sister leave the house and cross the yard, a good- sized paper parcel in her hand. ‘Why, that is Miss Nancy,” she exclaimed in much surprise. ** Where can she be going to now?” ‘* Miss Nancy came down the stairs as I was coming in here,” replied Flore. ‘She said to me that she had just ume to run to Madame Cardiac’s before dinner.” | ‘“Hardly,” dissented Miss Lavinia. ‘‘ What can she be going for?” As five o’clock struck, Flore (always punctual, from self-interest) came in to ask if she should serve the fish; but was told to wait until Miss Nancy returned. When half-past five was at hand, and CONMUG NOOO SS CO