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162 A Secret of the Sea. curiosity in the matter. ‘Shall I be set down as unduly inquisitive,” he said, “if I ask you to tell me what you suppose this private reason to ber” | “ T think it quite possible that Olive may be willing to go to Stam- mars, because—well, because Mr. Pomeroy will be there also.” Mrs. Kelvin drew her shawl round her with quite a relish, and shook her head meaningly at her son. " ‘Because Mr. Pomeroy will be there also !” said Mr. Kelvin, like a man who could hardly believe his ears. ‘‘ Who says that Mr. Pomeroy is going to Stammars?” In the pressure of far more important matters, he had almost forgotten the existence of an individual of so little consequence as Jack Pomeroy. ‘“Why, Matthew, dear, I thought it was all arranged that as soon as you came home, Mr. Pomeroy was to be made Sir Thomas Dudgeon’s secretary or something of that kind, and Olive and I have advanced him fifty pounds to provide him with an outfit. You know you told me yourself that you didn’t suppose he had a shilling in the world.” It tested all Mr. Kelvin’s powers of self-control to keep down an explosion of temper. He remembered in time that any outbreak on his part would be sure to upset his mother and make her ill for several days, so for a minute or two he did not speak. He put down his knife and fork and sipped at his claret as if in deep thought. ‘‘ Fifty pounds is a great deal of money, mother,” he said at last. ‘It is a great deal of money, Matthew, of course; but Mr. Pomeroy understands that he is to pay the amount back out of his salary.” ‘The whole affair seems to be cut and dred, and J have not even spoken to Sir Thomas about the man!” he said, not without a touch of impatience. ‘For aught I know to the contrary, Sir Thomas may have filled up the situation himself, while I have been away.” ‘‘T am sorry, dear, if I have done anything against your wishes ; but really I thought I was managing everything for the best.” Matthew Kelvin could see a tear in a corner of his mother’s eye, and he could not bear that. ‘‘ There—there—mother, don’t put yourself out of the way,” he said. “Fifty pounds won’t ruin us, even though we should never get a penny of it back.” ‘But Mr. Pomeroy was such a nice young man!” continued Mrs. Kelvin. “So good-looking and well educated, so gentlemanly in every way.” ‘Some of the most unmitigated scamps I have ever met with, were very nice young men indeed,” returned Matthew. ‘Not that I know anything to Pomeroy’s discredit: at the same time, I know nothing very greatly to his credit. He has been a Bohemian—a wanderer to and fro on the face of the earth for years, and to introduce such a man, about whom, be it remembered, I know absolutely nothing, into the household of Sir Thomas Dudgeon, is a serious responsibility.” CORNICE OOS (GO)