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100 VERENA FONTAINE’S REBELLION. TRIDING along through South Crabb, and so on down by old Massock’s brick fields, went Sir Dace Fontaine, dark and gloomy. His heavy stick and his heavy tread kept pace together ; both might have been the better for a little lightness. Matters were not going on too smoothly at Maythorn Bank. Seemingly obedient to her father, Verena Fontaine contrived to meet her lover, and did not take extraordinary pains to keep it secret. Sir Dace, watching stealthily, found it out, and felt just about at his wits’ end. He had no power to banish Edward Pym from the place: he had none, one must conclude, to exact submission from Verena. She had observed to me, the first night we met, that American girls grow up to be independent of control in many ways. ‘That is true: and, as it seems to me, they think great guns of themselves for being so. Sir Dace was beginning to turn his anger on Colonel Letsom. As chance had it, while he strode along this morning, full of wrath, the Colonel came in view, turning the corner of the strongest and most savoury brick-yard. ‘Why do you harbour that fellow?” broke out Sir Dace, fiercely, without circumlocution of greeting. ‘What, young Pym?” cried the little Colonel in his mild way, jumping to the other’s meaning. ‘‘I don’t suppose he will stay with us long. He is expecting a summons to join his ship.” ‘But why do you have him at your house at all?” reiterated Sir Dace, with a thump of his stick. ‘‘ Why did you take him in?” “Well, you see, he came down, a stranger, and presented himself to us, calling my wife Aunt, though she is not really so, and said he would like to stay a few days with us. We could not turn him away, Sir Dace. In fact we had no objection to his staying; he behaves himself very well. He’ll not be here long.” ‘“‘ Fie has been here a great deal too long,” growled Sir Dace; and went on his way muttering. Nothing came of this complaint of Sir Dace Fontaine’s. Edward Pym continued to stay at Crabb, Colonel Letsom not seeing his way clear to send him adrift; perhaps not wanting to. The love-making went on, In the green meadows, where the grass and the sweet wild flowers were springing up, in the ravine, between its sheltering banks, redolent of romance; or in the triangle, treading under-foot the late primroses and violets—in one or other of these retreats might Mr. Pym and his ladye-love be seen together, listening to the tender vows whispered between them, and to the birds’ songs. CORNIELOOK<SEeve)