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270 Mr. Landon. whole day, and not show himself till tea-time. He would run up to London, and get some of the necessary business settled. Dr. Philpotts arrived soon after breakfast, and was taken by her mother up to Mabel, who meanwhile had quieted down, and begun to persuade herself that she had been making a great fuss about nothing. She had bathed her eyes, smoothed her hair, and looked. much like her usual self when the doctor entered. “Well,” he said, “the young lady does not look as if there was much amiss. Any headache ? languor? loss of appetite?” “No, indeed,” replied Mabel, ‘‘none at all.” ‘Let me see your tongue, if you please.” Mabel obeyed. “A very good tongue indeed, ma’am,” addressing himself to Mrs. Middleton. ‘She is feverish, Doctor—is nervous, has fancies.” “Hum—nervous is she? has fancies? Let me feel your pulse, my dear. An excellent, healthy pulse as ever I felt in my life! Nobody with such a pulse as that has any 7zgh¢ to be nervous or to have fancies. I give Miss Mabel a clean bill of health!” And so he took his leave. “Mr. Landon has gone up to London, my dear,” said Mrs. Middleton, still looking very uncomfortable. Mabel gave a start of relief. ‘“Well, mamma,” she said, ‘‘don’t ask me any more about it, please, and let me teach the children as usual, and help you in everything, as I have not done since I came home.” Mrs. Middleton went down into the Rector’s study, where she fcund him closeted with Mr. Harvey. ‘Dr. Philpotts says there is nothing the matter with Mabel,” she said. | “That’s all right,” replied her husband. ‘‘ But here’s Harvey telling me that Mr. Landon is not worthy of her, and is not a man to be trusted !” ‘“‘ Now that’s very unfair,” said Mr. Harvey, colouring a good deal. You asted my opinion, and forced me to say what I thought, and then you blurt it out to Mrs. Middleton, as if I had volunteered it.” ‘Never mind,” said she, smiling, though she did not lose her anxious expression. ‘‘I know Mr. Middleton’s ways, and I know yours, but Mabel has been complaining herself.” ‘Complaining !” cried the Rector. ‘‘ What does she complain of ?” ‘She says,” replied his wife, speaking slowly and reluctantly, ‘that he makes faces at her!” ‘Just exactly what I should have expected,” said Mr. Harvey, hastily. ‘Now that must be nonsense,” said the lady, not able to keep from laughing, worried as she was. ‘‘ You can’t have expected that.” Mr. Harvey laughed a little also, and coloured a good deal. Gomichbooks (E(0)