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04 The Master of Greylands. ‘$Oh, my love, my love!” he murmured, bending his face on hers. * And you could let it trouble you !—knowing it was but a dream! Nothing but the decree of God—death—shall ever separate us, Mary. For weal or for woe, we will go through the life here together.” He kissed away the tears that had gathered in her eyes at the remembrance; and Miss Castlemaine turned hastily into one of the larger rooms, and took up her standing there in expectation. For the feet of the gay world were already traversing the gallery. She welcomed her guests, soon coming in thick and threefold, with the most gracious manner, and the calm repose of bearing that always characterised her, apologising to all for the absence of her father ; telling them that he had been called out unexpectedly on some matter of business, but would be in soon. Amid others, came the party from Greylands’ Rest, arriving rather late. Mrs. Castlemaine in black velvet, leaning on the arm of her step-son; Ethel Reene walking modestly behind, in a simple dress of white net, adored with white ribbons. There was many a fine young man present; but never a finer or more attractive one than Harry Castlemaine ; with the hand- some Castlemaine features, the easy, independent bearing, and the ready tongue. “Ts it of any use to ask whether you are at liberty to honour me with your hand for the first dance, Mary Ursula?” he inquired, after leaving Mrs, Castlemaine on a sofa. ‘Not the least, Harry,” answered Miss Castlemaine, smiling. “I am engaged for that, and for the second as well.” “Of course. Well, itis all as it should be, I suppose. Given the presence of Mr. Blake Gordon, and no one else has so good a right as he to open the ball with you.” ‘¢ You will find a substitute for me by the asking, Harry. See all those young ladies around; not one but is glancing towards you with the hope that you may seek her.” He laughed rather consciously. He was perfectly well aware of the universal favour accorded by the ladies, young and old, to Harry Castlemaine. But this time, at any rate,-he intended to disappoint them all. He turned to Miss Reene. ‘Will you take compassion upon a rejected man, Ethel? Mary Ursula won’t have me for the first two dances, you hear; so I appea} to you in all humility to heal the smart. Don’t reject me.” ‘‘ Nonsense, Harry!” was the young lady’s answer. ‘ You must not ask me for the first dance ; it would be like brother and sister dancing together ; all the room would resent it in you, and call it bad manners. Choose elsewhere. There’s Miss Mountsorrel; she will not say you nay.” ‘ ‘ For the dances, no; but she'll not condescend to speak three words tome while they are in process,” returned Mr. Harry Castlemaine. ECOMicoOOKS.CoOm —_)