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In the Dead of Night. 97 ‘Now, what on earth does he mean with his ‘enemy’s country,’ and his ‘burning boats’?” said Edward Cope, with a comical look of despair. “I wish some people would learn to talk plain English.” CrareiR- VII. KESTER ST. GEORGE. ALTHOUGH Lionel Dering had obtained Kester St. George’s address in Paris from Mr. Perrins, he had not yet written to him. He put off writing from day to day, hardly knowing, in fact, in what terms to couch his letter. He could not forget the look he had seen in his cousin’s eyes during their momentary: recognition of each other on Westminster Bridge. Were they to be as friends or as enemies to each other in time to come ? was the question Lionel asked himself times without number. At last he decided not to write at all, but to wait till Kester should return to England, and then see him in person. After a fortnight at Park Newton, Lionel ran up to town. As a matter of course, his first visit was to Edith. His second was to Mr. Perrins. From the latter he ascertained that a copy of the codicil had been duly sent to Kester at Paris, but had not yet been acknow- ledged. Lionel’s next visit was to the Dodo Club, in Pall Mall, o which club he had ascertained that his cousin was a ‘member. “Yes, Mr. St. George was in town—had been in town for some days,” said the hal! porter, in answer to his inquiry. “ Most likely he would look in at the club in the course of the afternoon or evening.” On the spu of the moment, Lionel sat down and wrote the following note, which he left at the Dodo for his cousin: ‘‘ Dear Kester, I am in town and should much like to see you. Drop mea line saying when and where _ I can have the pleasure of calling.” 3 A few hours afterwards he had the following answer: ‘‘ Old fellow— Come and breakfast with me to-morrow. Eleven sharp. Shall be de- lighted to see you.” The address given was 28, Great Carrington Street, West, at the door of which house Lionel’s cab deposited him as the clock was striking eleven next morning. ‘Kester St. George’s chambers were luxuriously fitted up. They seemed an appropriate home for aman of wealth and fashion. Kester, attired in a flowery dressing-robe, with a smoking cap on his head, was lounging in slippered ease before a well-furnished breakfast table. While there was no one to see him, he looked careworn and gloomy. He held an open letter in one hand, the reading of which seemed to have been anything but a source of satisfaction to him. ‘ Won’t wait more than another week, won’t he!” he muttered. | “Not to be put off with any more of my fine promises, eh? If I were cleared out to-morrow, I couldn’t raise more than a bare VOL XVII. H CORE LOC SS (S©)