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332 Lady Grace. “ Oh, is he?” equably returned Lord Avon. “ He has been a clever fellow to keep out of itso long. No one but a Dean could have done it.” ‘And you must find the money to release him.” ** Anything else ?” inquired Lord Avon. “You we// find it, Henry: you must.” Look here, Grace,” said the Earl. ‘Thousands are not so plentiful with me: but if they were, and I went to the spunging house to-night, and paid the money down, there’d be the same to do over and over again to-morrow.” ‘No, there would not—but there’s no time to explain. Went to where, did you say ?” ‘Where's he taken to?” “He is at home. They have gone out of their usual way, he said, and allowed him to be at home to-night: a man is there, and wilt take him away in the morning. Henry, it must not be; you must come to his aid.” “What I can do will not be of much use, I fear. I know more of Baumgarten’s affairs than you do; in fact I have already helped him out of one or two pits; though of course things have been kept from you.” “Whilst I have been the culprit, I expect. It is my extrava- gance that has brought this about, not his. Only fancy, Henry! We had a lot of the old bishops to dinner to-night, and Ryle sat at the table just as usual, knowing he was virtually a prisoner, whilst the wicked man, his capturer, was waiting for him in the library! ” ‘‘ A fine state of things!” “You must help him out of it. The Dean of Denham can’t go to prison ; such a scandal never was heard of. Henry, I won’t stir from your side, this night, till you give me the money.” ‘“Where am I to get it from?” quietly asked the Earl. “The birds of the air ?” ‘““Nonsense. You possess a cheque-book, I suppose ? ” ““T don’t carry it about with me. All this comes of marrying a parson. In position, Baumgarten was beneath you a ‘“ Hold your tongue,” interrupted Lady Grace. ‘“ He is an honour to the family: and I know, if he has lived beyond his means, it has been for my sake. Will you go home with me now, and talk things over with him ? ” “No,” said the Earl; “‘I can’t to-night. What with the day’s racing and the dinner after it, I’m tired to death: fit for nothing. Th be in Berkeley Square the first thing in the morning, and see what can be done.” ‘What time? By nineo’clock? Even that may be too late.” **T’ll be there by eight.” “You won’t fail me, Henry?” she said in an imploring tone. “‘T will not fail you, Grace. And Ill get Baumgarten out of the mess if I can, for I like him. Good-night !” COMMICMOOOKS COL)