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98 The Story of Charles Strange. I don’t care to keep up Mrs. Page Reid’s acquaintance. She’s good for nothing but to talk scandal.” ‘“T do not much care for her either,” acknowledged Blanche. ‘‘We are not in the least obliged to renew her acquaintance.” ‘‘T will take you somewhere else instead,” said he, pleased at her acquiescence. ‘‘We will go out after luncheon and make an after- noon of it—lke Darby and Joan.” Presently, when breakfast was nearly over, Blanche opened her letter from Mrs. Guy ; reading out scraps of it to her husband. It told of Major Carlen’s arrival—so that he really had gone to Jersey. Then she took up the Zzmes. An unusual thing for her todo. She did not care for newspapers, and Lord Level did not have them sent to him when in Paris: he saw the English journals at the club. No doubt he had his reasons for so doing. Meanwhile he was opening his own letters. The one from Paris came last. Had his wife been looking at him she might have seen a sudden change pass over his face as he read it, as though startled by some doubt or perplexity. Archibald, what can this meanP” exclaimed Blanche in breathless tones. ‘ Listen: ‘The names of the five convicts said to have escaped from the ship Vengeance after her wreck on the island, supposed to be that of Tristan d’Acunha, are the following : George Ford, Walter Green, John Andison, Nathaniel Markham and Thomas Heriot.’ That is Tom’s name.” Cramming all his letters into his breast pocket with a hurried movement, Lord Level quietly took the paper from his wife’s hands. This was the very contretemps he had so long striven to guard against. ‘‘My dear Blanche, do you suppose there is only one Thomas Heriot in the world?” cried he, carelessly. ‘‘What does it say? ‘Ship Vengeance?’ ‘Escape of convicts?’ Oh, it is something that has happened over at Botany Bay.” ‘Well, the name startled me, at the moment. I’m sure Tom might as well be a convict as anything else for all the news he send us of himself.” | ‘*He was always careless, you know; and detested letter-writing.” Carrying away the paper, Lord Level left the room and went to the one behind it, of which he made a sort of study. There he sat down, spread the letter from Paris before him on the table, and re-perused it. ‘Confound the woman!” remarked his lordship. ‘‘I shall have to go down there now !” The breakfast removed, Blanche began at once to write to Mrs. Guy, whose letter required an answer. ‘That over, she put on her bonnet to call on Mrs. Arnold Ravensworth in Langham Place. She had called on the previous day, but found Mr. and Mrs. Ravensworth out of town: they were expected home that evening. So now Blanche went again, ECORNIELIOOKS EO m