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Parkwater. } 313 on the sofa, and Mrs. Lyvett rose and placed her hands on his shoulders, looking into his face with her loving eyes. “Your father has been much put out. I have gathered enough to know that it is about you: that you are acquainted with some one not at all proper—some one that you say you will marry.” ‘* That’s my father’s version. She —— ‘Hush, Frederick, I would rather not enter into it. I only want to Say a word. You are aware that you were ever my favourite child. I have loved you dearly, better than I did the others.” He laid hold of his mother’s hands and kept them, and she leaned forward till her cheek touched his. “It is but a little word that I wanted to whisper,” she continued to repeat. ‘Dearest Frederick, remember that no good comes of dis- obedience ; never be betrayed into if. If your father is averse to your wishes, and thinks them unsuitable, wait with patience ; remember your duty to him ; and perhaps time will soften obstacles and bring your hopes to pass. You know that he has only the interest of his children at heart. Be not tempted to act rebelliously against your parents, for no good would attend it. It is your mother, my darling boy, who tells you this.” She kissed his cheek with affectionate earnestness, and hurried from the room, wishing to avoid further mention of the topic, then and always. Never, never did she think that more than a word was needed by him, who had always been so considerate and obedient. Frederick Lyvett descended to his cab, and drove down to the office in so sober a style that his groom wondered. He was in a serious mood all that day : should it be disobedience, or should it not? He was well-prin- cipled, and had hitherto been affectionately dutiful. If that unhappy girl had not taken so deep a hold on his heart! CHAPTER XI. A STOLEN MARCH. Ir is truly strange how things come about in this world of ours! A few weeks subsequent to the above events, Mr. Castlerosse, the second partner in the house of Lyvett, was seeking for a clergyman with whom to place his son to read for Oxford. One Saturday morning a client, who was at the offices on business, strongly recommended to him a Mr. Balfour, the incumbent of a retired parish in Surrey. So Mr. ’ Castlerosse, being an impulsive man, took an early dinner and went down without delay to see Mr. Balfour. Luck did not favour Mr. Castlerosse : Mr. Balfour was gone to town, and would not be home till late at night. So Mr. Castlerosse, unwilling to have had his journey CORnniclooolkks (CO)