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204 Roger Bevere. “Tam cold. I went into the garden, looking for you, and I had a fright there.” “Seen a ghost?” returned he, lightly. ‘‘ Something worse than a ghost. Roger, I have some disagreeable news for you.” ‘Eh ?—what?”’ he cried, his fears leaping up: indeed they were very seldom down. ‘‘They don’t suspect anything, do they >—What is it? Why do you beat about the bush ?” “‘T should like to prepare you. If a “Prepare me!” sharply interrupted Roger, his nerves all awry. * Do you think I am a girl? Don’t I live always in too much mental excruciation to need preparation for any mortal ill?” * Well, Lizzie’s down here.” In spite of his boast, he turned as white as the counterpane on his bed. I sat down and told him all. His hair grew damp as he listened, his face took the hue of despair. ** Heaven help me!” he gasped. **T suppose you did not know Harriet was her sister ?” “How was I to know it? Be you very sure Lizzie would not voluntarily proclaim to me that she had a sister in service. What wretched luck! Oh, Johnny, what is to-be done?” “ Nothing—that I see. It will be sure to come out over their tea to-morrow. Harriet will say ‘Mr. Roger’s down here on a visit, and has brought Mr. Johnny Ludlow with him ’—just as a little item of gossip. And then—why then Lizzie will make but one step of it into the family circle, and say ‘ Roger is my husband.’ It is of no use ta mince the matter, Bevere,” I added, in answer to a groan of pain; ‘better look the worst 1n the face.” The worst was a very hopeless worst. Even if we could find out where she was staying in Brighton, and he or I went to her to try to stop her coming, it would not avail ; she would come all the more. ‘You don’t know her depth,” groaned Roger. ‘ She’d put two and two together, and jump to the right conclusion—that it is my home. No, there’s nothing that can be done, nothing; events must take their course. Johnny,” he passionately added, ‘“‘I’d rather die than face the shame.” Lady Bevere’s voice on the stairs interrupted him. ‘Roger! Johnny! Why don’t you come down? Supper’s waiting.” **T can’t go down,” he whispered. “You must, Roger. If not, they'll ask the reason why.” A fine state of mental turbulence we were in all day on Monday. Roger dared not stir abroad lest he should meet her and have to bring her home clinging to his coat-tails. Not that much going abroad was practicable, save in the beaten paths. Snow had fallen heavily all night long. But the sky to-day was blue and bright. With the afternoon began the watching and listening. I wonder Eomichooks.co