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Io Lady Grace. repeated : and shrink and shiver as she would, there was no evading that resolute question. ‘Charles Baumgarten.” To attempt to describe the state of feeling of Richard Dynevor, Canon and Sub-dean of Oldchurch Cathedral, would be a task beyond any modern pen—for we take stings and checks more soberly now than we used todo. What with his condemning anger, with her aunt’s covert reproaches, with the vexation, the suspense, and the distress the affair had brought her, and the knowledge that she and Charles Baumgarten were parted for good, Mary’s mind could not bear up against it, and she became seriously ill. Dr. Dynevor condescended to call upon Everard Wilmot, who had taken up his abode at the residence in Grosvenor Place, formerly his father’s house, now his own. ‘The Canon was in a frightful state of wrath at the turn affairs had taken, but he was ajust man on the whole, and went to retract, in a manner, the reproaches he had bestowed upon Sir Everard. ‘“T was wholly misled, you see, Wilmot; and I’m sorry I said as much,” he began, which was a wonderful concession for him. ‘ Girls capable of acting in the capricious manner my daughter has done, ought to be made to smart forit. She took you in, of course, as she did me.” “Why, yes, she did,” replied Sir Everard. “I’m very sorry for _her, sir. I hear she 1s ill.” “Sorry! Ill!” retorted the indignant Canon. ‘“ Let me tell you, Sir Everard, if she were ten times as ill as she is, she deserves no pity. My opinion is, you should have kept her to her bargain. How- ever, the time for that is past now.” ‘“‘ Quite so,” spoke Sir Everard. A curt letter, couched in the haughtiest of terms, reached Charles Baumgarten’s chambers in Pump Court, from Dr. Dynevor, forbidding him all further intercourse with the Dynevor family. ‘‘T know the old boy can do the thing in style when he brings his mind to it, but this is super-extra, Charley,” remarked Richard Dynevor, who chanced to call in Pump Court soon after the missive was delivered. ‘‘ Cheer up, lad; things may take a turn.” It was not from her son Charles that Lady Grace heard the news of the rupture of the engagement, but from Everard Wilmot himself. He called in Berkeley Square and told her what had occurred. ‘The marriage broken off !—not going to take place atall! What can be the reason for this?” cried Lady Grace, fair and handsome as she ever had been in the days gone by. | ‘‘We have mutually agreed upon it,” he replied. ‘But why have you done that? There must be some cause for it Sir Everard.” CONMIEOOOKS (C©)