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Verena Fontaine's Rebellion. 351 the Rectory as almost her home—it had been Jack’s for many years of his life—Alice came to it without the ceremony of invitation: the object of her coming now being to strive to induce Herbert to let her husband engage himself to Robert Ashton. And this visit of Alice’s was destined to bring about a most extraordinary event. One Wednesday evening when Jack and his wife were dining with us—and that troublesome baby, which Alice could not, as it seemed, stir abroad without, was in the nursery squealing—Alice chanced to say that she had to go to Islip the following day, her mother having charged her to see John Paul the lawyer, concerning a little pro- perty that she, Aunt Dean, held in Crabb. It would be a tremen- dously long walk for Alice from Timberdale, especially as she was not looking strong, and Mrs. Todhetley proposed that I should drive her over in the pony-carriage: which Alice jumped at. Accordingly, the next morning, which was warm and bright, I took the pony-carriage to the Rectory, picked up Alice, and then drove back towards Islip. As we passed Oxlip Grange, which lay in our way, Sir Dace Fontaine was outside in the road, slowly pacing the side-path. I thought I had never seen a man look so ill: so dowz and gloomy. He raised his eyes, as we came up, to give me a nod. I was nodding back again, when Alice screamed out and startled me. She started the pony too, which sprang on at a tangent. ‘Johnny! Johnny Ludlow!” she gasped, her face whiter than death and her lips trembling like an aspen leaf, ‘‘ did you see that man? Did you see him?” “Ves. Iwas nodding to him. What is the matter ?” “Tt was the man I saw in my dream: the man who had com- mitted the murder in it.” I stared at her, wondering whether she had lost her wits. ‘‘Do you remember the description I gave of that man?” she continued, in excitement. ‘‘/ do. I wrote it down at the time, and Mr. Todhetley holds it, sealed up. Every word, every particu- lar is in my memory now, as I saw him in my dream. ‘A tall, evil-looking, dark man in a long brown coat, who walked with his eyes fixed on the ground.’ I tell you, Johnny Ludlow, ¢hat zs the man.” Her vehemence infected me. I looked round after Sir Dace. He was turning this way now. Certainly the description seemed like enough. His countenance just now did look an evil one; and he was tall and he was dark, and he wore a long brown coat this morn- ing, nearly reaching to his heels, and his eyes were fixed on the ground as he walked. ‘ But what if his looks do tally with the man you saw in your dream, Alice? What of it?” ‘What of it!” she echoed, vehemently. ‘“‘ What of it/ Why, don’t you see, Johnny Ludlow? This man must have killed Edward Pym.” « ECORnnicloooks (©) im