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rO4 The House of Halliwell. and the governess. Hester entered, and sat down with the latter on one of the benches, and the little girl ran about in glee; it was pleasant for her, after the confinement of London. MHester’s throat was twiching wildly ; but she would not ask after him. She did, however, inquire, in a roundabout way, of Lady Georgina, hoping that might lead to his name. “De Lady Georgina, oh, she is_ well enough,” answered Mademoiselle Berri. ‘‘ You know dat she did marry yesterday.” “Marry,” echoed Hester, her heart standing still. “Tt was de quietest wedding possible, because Madame la Comtesse is so ill. De Lady Georgina, she is all for de show, and she was not pleased ; but de Earl would not hear of having de world. Dey had but ten people at de breakfast besides de family.” “ Are they—is Lady Georgina come back with you?” gasped Hester in her terrible suspense. “Come back wid us! Ma foi! She did go away wid her husband after de breakfast. Dat is anoder of your barbarous English customs. Wid us, when a young girl marries, she does stay in her own house wid her mother for some days, but you send de poor young thing all away by herself.—Lady El-lene, you will have de face like one chou rouge if you do jump like dat.” Hester could bear it no longer. ‘‘ Who has Lady Georgina married ?” she asked in a low tone, turning her face away as if watching the movements of the little girl. ‘“My dear, who should she marry but de Honourable Caudour ? He was fiancéd to her dis long time—I do not know your word for it. He does doat upon her, and thinks her de vraie ange. Dey are gone to Lord Caudour’s chateau at Riche-monde, and den dey are going on to de Continent. Ah, Ciel! if I was but going too! Dis England will kill me. I have got de vrai mal du pays at my heart. -Mi Lady El-lene, donc! reste plus tranquille.” Sunshine stole over Hester. She nerved herself to speak in a careless tone; with her face still turned to the child. ‘“‘ Has Mr. Archer come back with the young Seafords ? ” ‘“What, de young minister? Not he. He will never enter de doors of dat family more, and we have anoder tutor. My dear, don’t you know that de Earl turned him out ?” “No,” uttered Hester. “It was—let me see—I think in June; I know de shivers of de dreadful English spring had passed. -The Vicomte, young Sale, heard a great chatter, like a dis-pute, between his sister and de minister, and he looked into de room and heard him say dat he would forgive her for saying what she did, and she was laughing den, and he had got her hands and was kissing and clasping dem like one great donkey as he was, poor fellow, for he might have seen dat she was _but amusing herself wid him. So Lord Sale—I do think he did it for mischief, for de Earl had come in den, and Mr. Archer had gone out EORNIELOO <S4revo) m