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Verena Fontaine’s Rebe'lion. ri? His lodgings were close by, he said, and he would hive us go in. it was the day I have just told you of; when Verena sat, good as gold, by her sister’s side, trying the new netting-stitch. The girls were in a sort of boudoir, half way up the stairs. The French would, I suppose, call it the entresol: a warm-looking room, with stained glass in the windows, and a rich-coloured carpet. Coralie and Vera were, as usual, dressed alike, in delicate summer- muslins, Vera—how pretty she looked!—had blue ribbon in her hair: her blue eyes laughed at seeing us, a pink flush set off her dimples. “When do you sail, Captain Tanerton?” abruptly asked Sir Dace, suddenly interrupting the conversation. “On Thursday, all being well,” answered Jack. “Do you take out the same mate P—that Pym ?” ““T believe so; yes, Sir Dace.” We had to go away, or should not find standing-room on the cricket- eround. Sir Dace said he would accompany us, and called out to Ozias to bring his hat. Before the hat came, he thought better of it, and said he would not go; those sights fatigued him. I did not know what had taken place until later, or I might have thought he stayed at home to guard Verena. He gave usa cordial invitation to dinner in the evening, we must all go, he said; and Mr. Brandon was the only one of us who declined. ‘“‘T am very busy,” said Jack, “‘ but I will contrive to get free by seven this evening.” “Very busy indeed, when you can spend the day at Lord’s!” laughed Verena. “Tam not going to Lord’s,” said Jack. Which was true. ‘I have come up this way to see an invalid passenger who Is going out in my ship.” “Oh,” quoth Vera, ‘‘I thought what a nice idle time you were having of it. Mind, Johnny Ludlow, that you take me in to dinner to-night. I have something to tell you.” Close upon the. dinner-hour named, seven, the Squire and I were again at Sir Dace Fontaine’s. Tanerton’s cab came dashing up at the same moment. Coralie was in the drawing-room alone, her white dress and herself resplendent in coral ornaments. Sir Dace came in, and the Squire began telling him about the cricket-match, saying he eught to have been there. Presently Sir Dace rang the bell. ‘‘ How is it that dinner’s late?” he asked sternly of Ozias—for Sir Dace liked to be served to the moment. ‘The dinner only wait for Miss Verena, sir,” returned Oczias. “She no down yet.” Sir Dace turned round sharply to look at the sofa behind him, where I sat with Coralie, talking in an undertone. He had not noticed, I suppose, but that both sisters were there. Let Miss Verena be told that we wait for her,” he said, waving his hand to Ozias. ‘5 COMICOO© SS (SO) im