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340 The Master of Greylands. remain where he is, unavenged, for ever. No no, I must go on in my planned-out course.” The sea became more grey ; the evening star grew bright in the sky ; people had gone within their homes and the doors were shut. Madame Guise, tired with the wearily passing hours, sick and sad at her own reflections, put on her bonnet and warm mantle to take a bit of a stroll over to the beach. Mrs. Bent happened to meet her as she gained the passage below. The landlady was looking so unusually cross that Madame Guise noticed it. “T have been giving a word of a sort to Mr. Harry Castlemaine,” she explained, as they entered her sitting-room. ‘ You be quiet, John Bent: what I see nght to do, Ishall do. Mr. Harry will go too far in that quarter if he does not mind.” ‘Young men like to talk to pretty girls all the world over ; they did in my time, I know, and they do in this,” was John’s peaceful answer, as he rose from his fire-side chair at his guest’s entrance. “But I don’t see, wife, that it’s any good reason for your pouncing upon Mr. Harry and saying what you did, as he was going by to his home.” ‘‘Prevention’s better than cure,” observed Mrs. Bent, in a short tone. “ As to young men liking to talk to pretty girls, that’s all very well when they are equals in life; but when it comes to a fisherman’s daugh- ter and a gentleman, it’s a different thing.” ‘‘Jane Hallet’s father was not a fisherman.” ‘‘ He was not over much above it,” retorted Mrs. Bent. ‘ Because the Grey Sisters educated her and made much of her, would you exalt her into a lady ?—you never had common sense, John Bent, and never will have. She is too pretty to be followed by Mr. Harry Castlemaine. Why, he must have been walking with her nearly ever since tea ! ” ‘He intends no harm, Dorothy, I’ll answer for it.” ‘‘ Harm comes sometimes wathout intention, John Bent. Mr. Harry’s as thoughtless and random as a March hare. I’ve seen what I have seen : and Jane Hallet had better keep herself in future out of his company.” “Well, your speaking to him did no good, wife. And it was not respectful. “ Good ! it’s not likely it would do good with him,” conceded Mrs. Bent. ‘‘He turns everything into laughter. Did you hear how he began about my Sunday cap, asking for the pattern of it, and setting Molly off in a grin! She nearly dropped the scuttle of coals she was bringing in—good evening then, ma’am, for the present, if you are going for your little stroll.” Madame Guise, leaving her host ‘and hostess to settle their difference, touching Mr. Harry Castlemaine, went over to the beach and walked about there. The shades grew deeper; the stars came out brightly: night was upon the earth when she retraced her steps. », Thinking of ' little one, she did not go into the inn, but walked past the Gre Commcdoo OKS (C(O) —_