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gO The Master of Greylands. And during the time of the great war, travelling was dangerous and difficult.” “ Neither could I have believed that he would have settled down so quietly. And to engage in commerce!” “‘ He grew to like the bustle of business. He had a vast capacity for business, Uncle James.” “No doubt ; being a Castlemaine,” was the answer, delivered with conscious superiority. ‘The Castlemaines lack capacity for nothing they may choose to undertake. Good-morning ; and I wish you a better errand next time.” As Anthony Castlemaine, on departing, neared the gate leading to the avenue, he saw a young lady approaching it. A fisherman, to whom she was speaking, walked by her side. The latter’s words, as he turned away, caught the ear of Anthony. * You will tell the master then, please, Miss Castlemaine, and say a good word to him for me Pe” “Yes, I will, Gleeson ; and I am very sorry for the misfortune,” she answered. ‘‘Good-morning.” Anthony gazed with unfeigned pleasure on the beautiful face pre- sented to him in—as he supposed—his cousin. It was Ethel Reene. The cheeks had acquired a soft rose-flush in the crisp air, the dark brown hair took a wonderfully bmght tinge in the sunshine; and in the deep grey eyes, glancing so straight and honestly through their long dark lashes into those of the stranger, there was a sweet candour that caused Anthony Castlemaine to think them the prettiest eyes he had ever seen. He advanced to her direct ; said a few words indicative of his delight at meeting her ; and, while Ethel was lost in astonishment, he suddenly bent his face forward, and kissed her on either cheek. For a moment, Ethel Reene was speechless ; lost in indignation at the outrage ; and then she burst into a flood of tears. What she said, she hardly knew; but all bespoke her sensitive sorrow of the insult. Anthony Castlemaine was overwhelmed. He had intended no insult, but only to give a cousinly greeting after the fashion of his adopted land ; and he hastened to express his contrition. ‘“‘T beg your pardon a million times. I am so grieved to have pained or offended you. I think you cannot have understood that I am your cousin P” ‘Cousin, sir!” she rejoined—and Mr. Castlemaine himself could not have spoken with more haughty contempt. ‘ How dare you presume? I have not a cousin or a relative in the wide world.” The grey eyes were flashing, the delicate face was flushed to crimson, It occurred to Anthony Castlemaine that he must have-made some unfortunate mistake. ‘ Indeed,” he reiterated, ‘“‘I beg your pardon. I heard the man address you as Miss Castlemaine.” conmicbooks,. co