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Verena Fontaine’s Rebellion. 113 a letter that lay snugly between its leaves. It was the one that Vera had written at Woburn Place. Verena turned very angry, but Coralie made light of it. “As I daresay he has already sailed, I confess my treachery, Vera. It was all done for your good. Better think no more of Edward Pym.” “Vou wicked thing! You are more cruel than Bluebeard. I shall take means to ascertain whether the ose of Delhi is gone. Captain Tanerton made a boast that he’d not take Edward out again, but he may not have been able to help himself,” pursued Vera, her tone significant. ‘‘ Edward zztended to goin her, and he has a friend at court.” ‘“A friend at court!” repeated Coralie. ‘‘ What do you mean? Who is it?” “Tt is the Freemans’ out-door manager at Liverpool, and the ship’s husband—a Mr. Gould. He came up here when the ship got in, and he and Edward made friends together. The more readily because Gould and Captain Tanerton are not friends. ‘The Captain complained to the owners last time of something or other connected with the ship—some bad provisions, I think, that had been put on board, and insisted on its being rectified. As Mr. Gould was responsible, he naturally resented this, and ever since he has been fit to hang Captain Tanerton.” ‘* How do you know all this, Verena ? ” ‘From Edward. He told meat Crabb. Mr. Gould has a great deal more to do with choosing the officers than the Freemans themselves have, and he promised Edward he should remain in the Rose of Delhi.” “It is strange Edward should care to remain in the ship when her commander does not like him,” remarked Coralie. ‘““He stays in because of that—to thwart Tanerton,” laughed Verena lightly. ‘‘ Partly, at least. But he thinks, you see, and I think, that his remaining for two voyages in a ship that has so good a name may tell well for him with papa. Now you know, Coral.” If, THE lovers met. Pym found her out through Mrs. Ball. And Verena, thoroughly independent in her notions, put on her bonnet, and walked with him up and down the Marylebone Road. ““We sail this day week, Vera,” he said. ‘‘ My life has been a torment to me, fearing I should not see you before the ship went out . dock. And, in that case, I don’t think I should have gone in er” : “Ts it the Rose of Delhi?” asked Vera. “Of course. I told you Gould would manage it. She is first- rate in every way, and the most comfortable ship I ever was in— barring the skipper.” “You don’t like him, I know. And he does not like you.” VOL, XXIX, I \ COMIC OOO (C©) im