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On and Off. 125 on you, and no money to allow you. But if I get any you shall have some.” ‘‘Not unless I can’t manage for myself,” she said. ‘I mean to.” ‘“‘T’ll give you an address where you can send letters for me, if you want to. But I’m a bad handat writing.” “ That’s a half-and-half way of doing things,” said Ada. ‘It would keep us always unsettled. I mean to support myself, and there is no use in keeping up a correspondence. When we say good-bye, you must forget me. I’m only sorry that I can’t set you free to marry somebody with a real fortune,” she added, with a touch of spite. ‘You seem bent on reconciling me to your plan,” he retorted, stormily. But you shall have your way. You choose not to be my wife, and you shall not. I won't write to you, I won’t hear of you; if I see you on the other side of the street, I won’t cross it to speak to you. You’ve made your bed, and you may lie on it ; and you can begin to-night. I’m going to the Club.” ““T never would have done it, Wilfrid,” she cried after him, “ if you had loved me.” “Bother! You needn’t begin with sentiment now,” he said, roughly, as she followed him down the noisy carpetless stairs. ‘“ It’s rather too late in the day for that.” *T won't be sentimental ; but, Wilfrid, let us part friends.” “Oh, of course. We aren’t enemies, but as for anything else, the less said about it the better,” he answered, desperately plunging into his coat. She helped him into it. ‘‘Good-bye, Wilfrid,” she said, looking at him, wistfully. He caught her in his arms, and kissed her. “Good-bye, Ada. I—I hope you will never be sorry for this.” The hall-door clanged, and sent its echoes rattling along the bare staircase and the deserted rooms. Ada took her empty heart back to the fireplace, and there, crouched in a heap on the hearthrug, she sobbed again and again: “] never, never would have done it, if he had only loved me!” CHAPTER III. A CLOUDLESS sky and a sapphire sea, of a deeper blue than Mediterranean waters. An amphitheatre of roofs, slated or red- tiled, accented here and there by turrets and towers and church- spires, looking down upon a large harbour well filled with yachts and fishing-vessels, held safe within the long fingers of great white break- waters. At the point of the longest of these, brandished defiantly at the distant coast of France, a queer old castle upon a tiny island, which once proudly protected the town behind it, but now would not furnish an hour’s amusement to a gunboat. Prince Albert in cast- EONNIE OOO KS (E(©) m