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. ’ 300 Lady Arabella. loyal desire to relieve the Earl’s uneasiness, again exposed Lady | Arabella to the enemy’s attacks. During the long midsummer days, while she was reposing amid the . beauties of Interlachen, renewed epistles from the Marquis beset her ; a daily shower, thicker than the locusts in Egypt. At last, John t some news to James, and James to the maid, and she to Mrs. Mocourt. ‘The wretched old lady flew in despair to her pupil. The French Marquis had arrived, and set up his tent in Interlachen! She was so long in getting out her tidings that Lady Arabella lost patience. ‘Vou stupid old dear,” said she, “‘unless you speak, I'll not let you open your mouth for a week. What is the Earl at now?” ; ‘‘Tt’s not the Earl,” moaned Mrs. Mocourt. ‘‘It’s the French Marquis—right opposite our hotel. He came this evening !” There never was any counting on the way in which Lady Arabella would receive unpleasant tidings. She saw fit to be immensely amused by this proceeding on the Frenchman’s part. But, being rather tired of Interlachen and its loveliness, she determined to give him the slip. At break of dawn she and her retainers departed ; and she did not allow them to rest till they reached Baden. But in less than a week the crowds that thronged the cursaal had a fresh topic of conversation. The Marquis de Cherville appeared ; the old stories were revived, and Lady Arabella was stared at again. ‘Since he likes travelling he shall have enough of it,’”’ she said. ‘¢ te shall turn himself into a new edition of the Wandering Jew if «= Des. he follows me.” Mocourt wept, maid and men groaned, but off they had to start again. Along the Rhine went Lady Arabella and her flock, and the Marquis pursued. ‘The adventure grew interesting. ‘The young lady found excitement in eluding his pursuits, and forced her people to submit to out-of-the-way routes and unheard-of disguises. But the Marquis proved as keen of scent asa sleuth-hound. No matter what cunning she displayed, or how retired the spot in which she hid, there never were many days of quiet. He found her out, followed, and overtook her. Then she again took up her march. ‘Tired of obscure “— routes and small villages, she sought Berlin. In three days the news- papers announced the Frenchman’s arrival, detailed the romance, published her portrait, and made her once more the mark of all eyes and tongues. She fled to Dresden ; autumn had come then. The Marquis haunted her among the countless marvellous teapots, and again rendered life a | burden. She debated with herself whether she should try Russia, and enjoy the pleasure of meeting her enemy with his nose frozen. But recollecting that her own might freeze as well as his, she turned in = ate TT pe | , another direction. Munich was next reached. Six hours after the Lady Arabella was matin on. comicbooks.com