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Shadow and Substance. 315 the attorneys of his forensic ability, was received with a roar of laughter, in which none more heartily joined than the good-humoured object of the joke. ‘‘ Well,” he retorted, ‘‘if by any very improbable contingency you should be deprived of that -advantage,”—-here the merriment re- doubled—‘“‘ and are unable to earn an honest penny in a legitimate way, you have always Annie’s jewel-case to fall back upon. Your governor’ pearl necklace will keep you both out of the workhouse at any rate for a year or two.” ‘Oh, Fred, how can you!” exclaimed the youthful matron, pro- perly shocked at the idea. ‘As if you didn’t know that, with his _ talent, a man is sure to make his fortune sooner or later.” “There may be such phenomena, sanguine sister mine,” gravely responded her incorrigible brother; ‘‘ but, like Brummell and the half- penny, I give you my word that I never saw one.” ** By the way, Egerton,” remarked the Captain, ‘‘ talking of making - fortunes, I met an old acquaintance of yours in the park to-day ; Lady Berringfield, looking as pale as a ghost.” ‘Was she not the beautiful Miss Trevelyan ?” inquired Carrie. “The same, but so awfully gone off that I scarcely knew her. She has hardly been married two months, and looks as if she had all the cares of the world on her shoulders. No wonder, with a husband like Croesus Berringfield, as they call him. Greatest brute alive.” ‘L’argent ne fait pas toujours le bonheur!” sentimentally chimed in Miss Wetherell. ‘At all events,” said Egerton rather sadly, ‘‘she has acted accord- ing to her lights, and chosen the substance. Whereas,” he continued, glancing fondly at Annie, ‘‘a young lady who shall be nameless has charitably contented herself with the shadow.” “And a very substantial shadow too,” added the irrepressible Fred. ‘Six feet two in his stockings, and grown so fearfully stout that, when we meet next week at Somerton, he will be lucky if he finds a horse able to carry him !” EONMIE ONCOL KS (E@) m