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254 The Story of Charles Strange. ‘Because I won’t have it. ‘There is nothing in the place ready for you, or suited to you.” ‘‘ Tf it is suited to you, it’s suited to me. I say I will not be treated as a child any longer. I could be quite happy here. There is nothing I should like so much as to explore this old house. I never saw such an array of ghostly passages anywhere.” Something in the words seemed dangerously to excite Lord Level. The fever was visibly increasing. ‘TI forbid you to explore; I forbid you to remain here,” he ex- claimed in the deepest agitation. ‘‘Do you hear me, Blanche P— you must return by the next train.” ‘*T will not,” she replied, quite as obstinate as he. ‘I will not go hence until I have had an explanation with you. If you are too ill at present, I will wait for it.” He was, indeed, too ill. ‘‘ Quiet, above all things,” the doctor had said when he had paid his early morning visit. But quiet Lord Level had not had; his wife had put an end to that. His talk grew random, his mind wandering, a paroxysm of fever ensued. In terror, Lady Level rang the bell. Mrs. Edwards answered it. Blanche gazed at her with astonish- ment, scarcely recognising her. She had put on her gala dress of days long gone by: a short, full, red petticoat, a chintz gown looped above it in festoons, high-heeled shoes, buckles, snow-white stockings with worked ‘‘ clocks,” a mob cap of clear lace, large gold earrings, and black mittens. All this she had assumed out of respect to her new lady. “Ts he out of his mind?” gasped Lady Level, terrified at her lord’s words and his restless motions. “Tt is the fever, my lady,” said Mrs. Edwards. ‘‘ Dear, dear! And we thought him so much better to-day !” Close upon that, Dr. Macferraty, the medical man, came in. He was of square-built frame with broad shoulders, very dictatorial and positive considering his years, which did not number more than seven-and-twenty. ‘“ What mischief has been at work here?” he demanded, standing over the bed with Mrs. Edwards. ‘‘ Who has been with him ?” She explained that Lady Level had arrived and had been talking with his lordship. She—Mrs. Edwards—had begged her ladyship not to talk to him: but, well, the young were heedless and did not think of consequences. ** If she has worried him into brain-fever, she will have herself to thank for it,” harshly spoke the doctor. And Lady Level, who was in the adjoining room, overheard the words. *¢ Something has happened to agitate my patient,” exclaimed Doctor Macferraty, when, in leaving the room, he encountered Lady Level in the passage, and was introduced to her by Mrs, Edwards. ‘*T am very sorry,” she answered. ‘‘ We were speaking of family affairs, and Lord Level grew excited.” CONMICELIOO KS. (Ee) m