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A Mystery. 113 ‘«‘ Are these lads playing a joke upon me, Squire ?” asked he. “Took here, Delorane. ‘That we passed St. George in Dip Lane is a fact; I knew the cut of his gig and horse. Somebody was with him;I saw that much. The boys called out that it was Williams Brook, and began shouting to him. Whether it was he, or not, I can’t say; I had enough to do with my horses, I can tell you; they did not like the wind, Blister especially.” ‘Tt was William Brook, safe enough, sir,” interposed Tod. ‘ Do you think I don’t know him? We spoke to him, and he spoke to us. Why should you doubt it ?” ‘Well, I suppose I can’t doubt it, as you speak so positively,” said Mr. Delorane. ‘‘ The news took me by surprise, you see. Why on earth did St. George not tellme of it? I shall take him to task when he comes in. Anyway, I am glad Brook’s come. We will drink his health.” He opened what was in those days called the cellaret—and a very convenient article it was for those who drank wine as a rule—and put on the table some of the glasses that were standing on the sideboard. Then we drank health and happiness to William Brook. ‘And to somebody else also,” cried bold Tod, winking at Aunt Hester. “You two boys can go on to Mrs. Brook’s,” cried the Squire; ‘I shall stop here a bit. ‘Tell William I am glad he has surmounted the perils of the treacherous seas.” * And tell him he may cometo see me if he likes,” added the lawyer. ‘“‘I expect he did not get a note I wrote to him a few months back, or he’d have been here this morning.” Away we went to Mrs. Brook’s. And the first thing that flabber- gasted us (the expression was Tod’s, not mine) was to be met by a denial of the servant’s. -Upon Tod asking to see Mr. William, she stared at us and said he was not back from his travels. “Come in,” called out Minty from the parlour; “I know your voices.” She sat at the table, her paint-box before her. Minty painted very nice pieces in water colours: the one in process was a lovely bit of scenery taken from Little Malvern. Mrs. Brook was out. “What did I hear you saying to Ann about William—that he had come home ?” she began to us, without getting up from: her work— for we were too intimate to be upon any ceremony with one another. “He is not come yet. I only wish he was.” “But he is come,” said Tod. ‘He came last night. We saw him and spoke to him.” Minty put down her camel-hair pencil then, and turned round. ** What do you mean ?” she asked. “Mr. St. George drove William home from Worcester. We passed them in the gig in Dip Lane.” Minty retorted by asking whether we were not dreaming; and for a VOL. XXXII. 1 (CO) Ghbooks (C(O)