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The White Witch. | 327 Lady Davenant did not answer quickly, but made a pause first. <¢ She, I believe, found it convenient to drop the name of Lang, and she adopted that of Dixon. Mary, who was then living with her as her daughter, adopted the same. It is Mary’s true name; she was christened Mary Dixon; Dixon after her god-father, Colonel Dixon, who left her some money later.” “If you—if you refuse to receive her and shelter her, madam, what can she do P” | “Some of the people, under whose dominion she has placed herself, are urging her to come out as a public singer: and to begin her career in America.” Godfrey’s heart beat. ‘‘ Do you advise that, Lady Davenant?” ‘““No. I advise just the opposite step—that she should go back to the Abbey, and to the protection of her adopted mother.” “Oh, if she would!” ‘But she says she will not: can not. She says she is trammelled on all sides; and that is true.” | Lady Davenant rose, making a faint apology that she was being waited for; Godfrey supposed the interview was becoming tiresome, and rose also. “Will you kindly give me Miss Davenant’s present address in London,” he said. ‘I have written to beg of her to allow me tosee her, but I don’t know where to send the letter.” «She is stopping in Great Cumberland Street with Mrs. Ross; her father’s former housekeeper,” readily answered Lady Davenant. ‘‘ She will be well taken care of as long as she is there.” Godfrey pencilled down the address. He felt so full of gratitude to Lady Davenant for the information that his heart thawed to her, and he shook her hand warmly in farewell. Lady Davenant rang the bell, and in going out, he turned to ask another question. “Ought I to address her as Miss Dixon or Miss Davenant ?” ‘The one name is as appropriate as the other,” she said, with a queer-looking smile. A smart maid-servant held the front door open for Godfrey. Ashe passed out of the house’a chill fell upon him as unaccountable as the elation he had experienced on entering it. The cab he had seen on his arrival was still standing before the garden-gate. A sudden impulse would have made him question the cabman, but that he had disappeared, probably in the direction of a small public-house, near. Godfrey hesitated for one moment, then opened the cab-door, and entered it. His fatigue was such that he must be driven to the station if possible. Suddenly his whole face lit up: on the floor was a cambric handkerchief which bore Mary’s initials, and which he knew she must have dropped. So the cab was waiting for her; she was, even then, with Lady Davenant! Godfrey sat down to wait for her, his whole frame thrilling with delight. He took out the note he had written to her and added to it her address in pencil, and put it upon Gomichboo gS) (E(©)