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240 Parkwater. the cause of her dismissal. The circumstances would of course have justified him in paying her only to that period ; but Lord Tennygal, generous at heart, handed her a cheque for the running quarter—which was but just entered upon. Sophia received it very meekly. She begged of Lord Tennygal, the scalding tears standing in her blue eyes, not to think of her more hardly than he could help. It was a frend of hers who had done it all, not herself: and her onfy hope now was that she should yet get on in the world so as to have no need to trouble friends. ‘I’m sure I hope you will,” said his lordship heartily. “ With regard to references, I fear—I fear Lady Tennygal 7 “T shall not require references, my lord,” interrupted Sophia. “It is not my intention to continue to be a governess.” ‘Oh, very well,” said he. ‘ That's all nght, then.” He wished her a civil good-bye, even shaking hands with her; for he was a man who could not be discourteous to anyone. But Sophia keenly felt the fact that she did not see Lady Tennygal. Captain Devereux, contriving to meet her in one of the passages, snatched a parting word. “ You will go straight to London, Sophy-——” “No,” she interrupted, “I shall goto Liverpool. And the very day you join me there, our marriage can take place. Which church is it that the banns ” “ Hush ! here come your pupils. Good-bye, Sophia. Send me your address.” So that was over. And Miss May took her last farewell of Park- water. But Captain Devereux never joined her. He wrote letters to her instead. ‘They were not so full of sweet phrases as they might have been ; but they were full of pitiful bemoanings touching his hard fate, in being obliged to hide his head in that “fearful bog-hole,” until his affairs could be so far settled that he might venture out of it, and into the sunny English world. Sophia May believed it all, was partially pacified and most intensely miserable. Captain Devereux decidedly came off the best. Henot only imposed his idle tales upon her, but he succeeded in persuading another credulous heart that he was not a wolf in sheep’s clothing, but a falsely-accused, harmless lamb, the victim of old ladies’ after-dinner dreams. And in less than a month after Easter the public papers recorded the marriage of Theodore Hugh Devereux, third son of the Right Honourable Sir Archibald Devereux, with the Lady Harriet Ord. (Zo be continued.) ecomniclooolkks _ (CO)