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The Mysteries of Heron Dyke. 245 you, my dear. But I fear it is too late in the day to hope for any- thing so desirable. Frank never was particularly wise, and I have a sort of suspicion that what he would call his affections are engaged elsewhere: have thought it for some little time.” ‘Then I’m sure there can be no chance for me,” cried Ella, merrily. ‘Well, well; anything’s better than his bringing over a black woman for a wife, and that’s what I used to be afraid of at one time,” continued Mr. Denison, nodding his head and his brown wig. “T hope Frank will find his way back home in spring,” he resumed, after a pause. ‘‘If you are in town about that time, Mrs. Carlyon and I must contrive to bring the pair of you together. There may be a chance yet. I don’t suppose the young dog has forgotten how to make himself agreeable to the ladies, and he is considered not at all ill-looking—very much like what I was when younger.” This tried Ella’s gravity alittle. ‘As I think I said before, I shall be pleased to make your son’s acquaintance,” she said, demurely. ‘** But whether Frank comes home or not, my dear, I must have you down at Nunham in spring. You will find many things there that you have never seen before and will have little opportunity of seeing elsewhere. You are intelligent as well as sensible, and I feel sure that you will be interested.” Next to picking up a bargain in the auction rooms, nothing delighted Mr. Denison more than to secure an appreciative listener while he descanted on the rarity and value of some of his favourite curiosities; and this he found in Ella. Ella on her part was very glad to have met him. He was a man to esteem and like, despite his eccentricities: and she felt thankful to know that the breach in the family, which had existed so many years, was healed at last. Her face flushed as she recollected that if the fear, tormenting her latterly, had grounds, Heron Dyke was not hers, but Mr. Denison’s. She did not see him again during her stay in London, for he went away to Nunham Priors, Ella was by no means certain, had he re- mained, that she should not have imparted to him all her doubts and fears. He and she were alike honest, wishing always to act rightly. Her own stay in London only extended to a week: she did not like to spare more time from home at present. The week passed pleasantly and quickly ; and both.she and Maria Kettle returned to the Hall in better health and spirits than they were in when they quitted it. Gossip in remote hamlets and small country towns, more especially if the subject of it be some well-known personage, grows and spreads with a rapidity unknown to the rankest tropical weed, and Nullington was no exception to the rule. It had now become matter of common talk in the town, that there was something mysterious and unex- plained with regard to Squire Denison’s death. How or whence CORNICE LMO© cS (©) am