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112 Verena Fontaine’s Rebellion. words to the landlady. And he went rattling back to the docks as fast as wheels could take him. Mr. Pym went up to Woburn Place the following evening accord- ingly, but the landlady had no news to give him. He went the next evening after, and the next, and the next. All the same. He went so long and to so little purpose that he at last concluded the Fon- taines were not in London. Sir Dace neither sent a messenger nor wrote for any letters there might be. Two were waiting for him; no more. Edward Pymand Mrs. Ball became, so to say, quite intimate. She had much sympathy with the poor young man, who wanted to find his relatives before he sailed—and could not. It may as well be told, not to make an unnecessary mystery of it, that the Fontaines had gone straight to Brighton. At length, how- ever, Mrs. Ball was one day surprised by a visit from Ozias. She never bore malice long, and received him civilly. Her rooms were let again, so she had got over the smart. ‘At Brighton!” she exclaimed, when she heard where they had been—for the man had no orders to conceal it. ‘I thought it strange that your master did not send for his letters. And how are the young ladies? And where are you staying now ?” ‘The young ladies, they well,” answered Ozias. ‘‘ We stay now at one big house in Marylebone Road. We come up yesterday to this London town: Sir Dace, he find the sea no longer do for him; make him have much bile.” Edward Pym had been in a rage at not finding Verena. Verena, on her part, though rather wondering that she did not hear from him, looked upon his silence as only a matter of precaution. When they were settled at Woburn Place, after leaving Crabb, she had written to Pym, enjoining him not to reply. It might not be safe, she said, for Coralie had gone over to ‘“‘ the enemy,” meaning Sir Dace: Edward must contrive to see her when he came to London to join his ship. And when the days went on, and Verena saw nothing of her lover, she supposed he was not yet in London. She went to Brighton supposing the same. But, now that they were back from Brighton, and still neither saw Pym nor heard from him, Verena grew uneasy, fearing that the Mose of Delfi had sailed. ‘‘ What a strange thing it is about Edward!” she exclaimed one evening to her sister. ‘‘I think he must have sailed. He would be sure to come to us if he were in London.” ‘‘ How should he know where we are ?” dissented Coralie. ‘‘ For all he can tell, Vera, we may be in the moon.” A look of triumph crossed Vera’s face. ‘‘ He knows the address in Woburn Place, Coral, for I wrote and gave it him: and Mrs. Ball would direct him here. Papa sent QOzias there to-day for his letters ; and I know Edward would never cease going there, day by day, to ask for news, until he heard of me.” Coralie laughed softly. Unlocking her writing-case, she displayed CORNICLOOLK<Sy(EC)