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In the Mist. 307 ‘What, quarrelling again!” I exclaimed, looking at them severely over my spectacles. ‘‘When will you two learn to agree ?” They started and turned, both looking rather guilty. ‘Noel has insulted me, Mr. Glynn!” Winnie declared, hotly. ‘TJ have not—unless truth is an insult,” asserted Noel. ‘I said that you - ‘‘'There’s no need to repeat it,” interposed Winnie. ‘Excuse me,” he returned. ‘‘ As you have appealed to Mr. Glynn, it is only fair he should know what has passed. I said it was scan- dalous that you should encourage other men’s attentions when you are my betrothed wife.” Winnie laughed provokingly, though her fingers trembled as she trified with a spray of heather at her breast. ‘‘Is no one else even to look at me without your permission ?” she asked. “No one shall make love to you if I know it,” he answered be- tween his teeth. ‘‘ And pray who has done so ?” Tremaine hesitated a moment. ‘‘Walter Borlace, for one,” he said at length. Winnifred raised her pretty brows in affected astonishment. “Walter Borlace! why—I have known him all my life. We are almost like brother and sister.” ““¢A little less than kin and more than kind,’” quoted Noel, with anangry laugh. ‘‘ You know well enough that he is in love with you.” ‘‘] —_—” Winnie began, then stopped short, colouring to her temples. ‘‘ At any rate he has never told me so,” she finished proudly. “But you know it well enough, I repeat, and you encourage : him.” “Tt is false!” she interrupted. ‘‘I have never encouraged him.” “It is ¢vwe,” returned Noel. ‘‘I have watched you, and I know it. I am not blind.” An angry retort rose to her lips, but she controlled herself. ‘Yes, Noel, you ave blind;” she said, more gently. ‘You are blinded by jealousy, or you would know that, whatever my faults may be, I am not untrue or false-hearted. But you can think so if you choose,” she concluded, raising her head proudly. “I will be in- different to your opinion.” ‘You would not say that if you really cared for me,” returned Noel, ‘‘but you don’t. JI have long thought your love is given else- where, and now I am sure of It.” Her lip quivered, but she said nothing, looking away from him across the calm, sun-lit sea. Noel gazed into her face as if he were trying to read her heart in it. “Is it so?” he questioned, with fierce anxiety. ‘Have I lost your heart, Winnie ?” tr Her breath came quickly ; she raised her eyes to his with a look CORnNICLOOOKS.EO