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A HIDDEN CHAIN. -Õ' By Dora Russeii. Author of "Footprints in tho Snow," "The Broken Seal," "The Track of the Storm," "A Fatal Pass," "The Vicar's Governess," Hidden in My Heart," frc., &e. CHAPTER XXXIII. Good-bye, Clair." He did not attempt to follow her he felt he must have time to think to let the terrible shock !)f the knowledge of her unworthiness calm down !n his mind before he could take any action in the matter. His brain was in a sort of chaos, and whirling through it one painful and humiliating thought after the other passed with cruel rapidity. He felt almost as if he could not breatbe- suffocated with the overwhelming nature of his discovery. He went to the winnow and threw it open, and the cold wintry air blew in on his heated brow. It was a sort of relief it suggested that outside his mind might be clearer, and acting on this idea he seiaed his hat, and a few minutes later found himself facing the keen north-east wind on the shore, with the sea thundering and tossing its blue white-crested waves lying before him. He went on and on, and as he did so a .sort of change came over his heart. His first anger, passion, and shame cooled down. He remem- bered Eva's plea, for my love's sake I did it." He remembered that love—the love that he had just rejected—with its moments of untold, infinite happiness and joy. Between these two lay that mysterious tie-call it what you win-which binds one soul to the other in s: range affinity. Then he thought of her youth; not sixteen when this hateful hidden chain had been bound A feeling of compassion came over him, and it seemed to put self aside, and made him think only how he could best protect her. Would this man be divorced, and then he could again marry her? But it was this unhappy marriage of hers to him that stood in the way. This Temple might sue her for bigamy and a man who had already acted as he had done was not likely to be eelf-sacrificing now. And presently, too, Kilmore thought of his mother, the widowed woman with her heart lying in her husband's grave. All this he knew would inflict fresh pangs on her bruised soul. And his dead father's words also seemed to rise before him, when he bade him remember the honour of his name, on which honour Kilmore felt had now faiien so dark a blot. But something must be done. He could not (eave the womau who had lain on his bosom to face her terrible position alone. This man—her Husband—and Kihnore's lips quivered, might trace her—might insist on her return to him. He was a poor clergyman, Mr Onslow had said, and Eva had a fortune, and for the very sake of 'that fortune he might try to force her to go back to him. But perhaps his silence might be bought. This brought some little consolation to Kil- more, and he determined to see Mr Onslow And try what could be arranged. This idea having struck him, he turned to re- trace his steps, and then for the first time noticed where he was. In the agitation and confusion of his mind he had walked on miles and miles ahead, and neither feit the fatigue nor remarked the distance. Now he remembered he must have been some time absent from the hotel,and glancing tt his watsh saw it was approaching three o'clock. "I may have frightened her—my poor, poor he thought, with returning tenderness. He sighed it couid never be the same, but still— At this moment, hau ever, he saw Mr Onslow I approaching him, and he therefore hurried his steps to join him. The vicar looked grave, but spoke very kindly. I have been looking for you everywhere,'Lord Kilmore," he paid. I am sure you must be quite exhausted you have had no refreshment of any kind since the early morning." I forgot all about it," answered Kilmore, with a half smile; "and to tell the truth I had no breakfast eitlier-but I have been so frightfully npset by all this." "That is, indeed, only natural." I But the thing now is what is best to be doue ? [ mean for her," continued Kilmore, nervously. "She cannot, I am certain she will not, wish to return to this man." He probably would not wi^'n it when ha knows the circumstances; he seemed to me to be an austere man, and to tike very hard and rigid views/' He does not know where she is ?" "No, he does not." And Mr Onslow-forgive me saying this— but may I ask you, may I beg of you not to tell him ?" I promise not to do so, Lord Kilmore I have thought this over it may not be quite right, but still I cannot add further to this poor lady's troubles. But the thing is, he may trace her, and in that case—" Well what asked Kilmore, quickly. He is just the man, 1 fear, who might prose- cute her for bigamy. He gave me to understand that it was his hardness of character that had so totally alienated the affections of his young wife." He might be bought," said Kilmore with a Irown for he could not bear to hear Eva called this other man's wife. Mr Onslow shook his head. I would give any sum, whatever he chooses to Ask, to save her from further annoyance," went on Kilmore. It's terrible enough-as it is wa must try to make it no worse." Anà-younself, Lord Kilmore?" said Mr Onslow with hesitation. Again Kilmore frowned he thought the vicar had no right to ask such a question. "I shall return to my mother, to Kilmore," he answered after a moment's hesitation and she —Eva, I think for the present had better go abroad—but, of course, she must decide herself." "Yes," said the vicar slowly; he was wondering if he had done much good if he had not better have left this tangled web alone. But he said nothing further. He spoke of the sea-coast, and of the submerged churches over which it was eaid the sea had swept. He was a man of cultivated and refined tastes, and under ordinary circun,. stances Kilmore would have felt pleasure in listening to his conversation. As it was he con- trived to answer him, and so the tune passed on until they again reached the old-fashioned inn at Westwold. When they appeared at the entrance, however, the landlady behind the bar received them with the greatest surprise. Wily, Mr Clair she cried, with uplifted hands; "whoever expected to see you again to. day ? Didn't you meet your good lady at the station, where she went to join you to catch the two o'clock train ?" What ?" said Kilmore, in a startled tone, and he grew very pale. She ordered a cab and went, so I suppose she iias missed you, or you have missed her went on the voluble landlady. What a pity." Did she take any luggage V asked Kilmore in » faltering voice. "Only a hand-bag. She said she was only going for a day, but she paid for her rooms and everything, which I am sure she had no need to dQ, and her going away too for such a short time. Kilmore did not speak; he looked at Mr Onslow, and the vicar also was silent. But just at this moment a young railway porter entered the inn, and went up to the landlady at the bar. Have you a Mr Clair staying here, missus ?" he asked. "That's Mr Clair," answered the landlady, pointing to Kilmore. "Then I've a letter for you, sir," said the porter producing a letter from his corduroy jacket, a lady left it for you who went by the two o'clock train up to London; I would have brought it before, but I haven't been able to get away from the station until now." Kilmore put out a trembling hand and took the letter. Then she is gone?" asked Mr Onslow of the porter. Yes, sir, I put her into a first-class carriage myself," he replied. And the next train to town ?" said Kilmore, with a sort of gasp. "Not till five o'clock, sir," answered the porter; "we've very few trains on this line, especially in the winter time, Kilmore asked no more questions he turned and went slowly upstairs with a sort of faint- ness creeping over him, leaving Mr Onslow to reward the porter, who had been already hand- somely remunerated by Eva for his services. When Kilmore reached the sitting-room he tore open the letter with his trembling fingers, and read with a fast-beating, troubled heart, the following words Good-bye, Clair. I am going to leave you as I said I would, for I am not a. woman to listen twice to such words as I have heard to- day, I will trouble you no more, and for- give me what I have cost you for the sake of the love I bore you. For it was love, Clair, and it is love, for such love does not pass away. I shall never see you again until my spirit calls you to come, and then if it does you will know I am in some desperate need. Your EVA." In these brief words she bade him farewell, and Kilmore's first feelings as he read them was j an overpowering feeling of disappointment. She could have taken no better way to keep her power over him than to leave him thus after his first harsh words. He had but one consolation that 'a she loved him still. For it was love, Clair, and it is love, for such love does not pass away." He read and re-read these words he pressed his lips to them they were a sort of balm to his heart. But he must find her. He must protect her at least from this man and find her some safe refuge. And the first thipg to do now was to return to town. She might have gone back to her own house in South Kensington. At all events he might hear of her there. Thus thought Kilmore with a hot and restless heart. But his reflections were shortly interrupted. A rap came to the room door and Mr Onslow j entered. Pardon me for intruding on you," he said in his courteous fashion, but I have taken the liberty of ordering some lunch or dinner to be sent up to you, for I am sure you ^greatly need it." I am not hungry," answered Kilmore; I—■ I have heard from her, Mr Onslcw." So I concluded." And in this letter she bids me good-bye; she gives no address1." Then you think she means-" To leave me? Yes." She is acting rightly, Lord Kilmore." But I cannot leave her unless I know sbe IS safe from this man unless I am sure of it." He does not know where she is, and now we do not know he may never find her." He will try through the banker." Who probably will be instructed to keep the secret vVhen do you propose to return to town, Lord KIhuore ?" By the next train the porter says it starts at five o'clock, did he not ?" Yes. Then we will travel back together by your permission. Ah, here comes the lunch, and do let me persuade you to break your fast." CHAPTER XXXIV. A Dangerous Confidant. The same day, late in the afternoon, the banker, Mr James Ford, was sitting alone in his hand- somely furnished private room over the bank thinking of Miss Eva Moore. "I can't get the little witch out of my head," he was reflecting complacently. What is it, I wonder, about her that charms me so? She is wonderfully handsome, certainly; lAit she is something more than that—she is bewitching yes, that is the word." The thought pleased him he smiled, and leaned back in his divan chair, picturing to him- self Eva's beautiful face. Then the mystery about her kept puzzling his brain. "She's a naughty little girl, I'm afraid," he thought, still smiling. "I wonder what that parson fellow really is to her ? Ah, well, such pretty women are sure of many lovers it is their birthright." At this moment someone rapped at the room door, and when Mr Ford called out Come in a young man entered, bearing a small, tightly- folded, three-cornered note. A lady has brought this, sir," he said, and asked me to give it to you at once she is outside in a cab waiting for an answer." Mr Ford turned the gas a little higher, and put his glasses on his shapely nose; then he opened the note, and his face slightly flashed with pleasure as he read the contents. Dear Mr Ford,—Can I see you, and alone ? I am in great trouble, and perhaps you will help me. —Yours sincerely, EVA MOORE." Is the lady outside, did you say ?" he asked, after he had finished reading these brief words. Yes, sir she's waiting outside in a cab," replied the young man. Mr Ford looked round for his hat; it crossed his mind at that moment to go down to the cab himself to escort Miss Eva Moore to his room, but on second consideration more prudent thoughts prevailed. "Tell the lady," he said, "with my compli- ments, that I shall he pleased to see her that I am disengaged." The clerk bowed and withdrew, and Mr Ford stirred the fire into a more cheerful blaze, and glanced at himself in the mirror over the mantel- piece pushing his thick brown hair, tinged slightly here and there with grey, into a more becoming wave over his hanrlsome forehead. Then he pulled down the blinds, and stood wait- 109 to receive his vi11itor. A few minutes elapsed, and the clerk once more opened the room door. "The lady, sir," he said, and Eva Moore, thickly veiled, entered as he spoke, and as she did so Mr Ford advanced with outstretched hand. "Ah, how are you ?" he said pleasantly, but not familiaily, as he was conscious the clerk was within earshot, and of course knew he was a married man. "I am charmed to see you," he added in a lower tone, as the door closed behind the clerk; "but I am sorry to hear of trouble. You must let me help you, and you know I shall only be too happy to ÙO so." "Thank you," said Eva, in a low tone also, and she sat wearily down on the chair nearest to her, and put her hand up to her hat, and unfastened the thick black gauze veil that she wore, and as it fell on her knee Mr Ford saw her face was very pale. How tired you look he exclaimed quickly. You must have some wine before you talk, and tell me what is the matter." Eva did not refuse this offer; she felt, indeed, physically and mentally exhausted with what she had gone through, and so almost in silence she drankthesparklingdraught thatMr Ford speedily presented to her. I shall feel better in a moment or two," she said "I have come to ask you to help me, Mr Foid." "And I promise to do whatever I possibly can," he answered. Ev.a sighed sat still a moment or two, and then rose restlessly from her chair. You must think me a very strange person ?" she said. "I think you are a very charming person," replied Mr Ford with a smile. "You will not think so when you have heard what I have come to tell-Mr Ford, you remem- ber when my uncie died more than three years ago?" "I perfectly remember the time, and the transfer of your fortune from Calcutta to this bank." "But you did not know—no one knew but the lady with whom I lived, that I was then a married woman." "A married woman!" said Mr Ford, in sur- prise. "Why, at that time you were a mere school-girl.' "Yes," answered Eva, bitterly a school- girl who had been tricked into a marriage—for I can call it by no other name, by a man almost old enough to be my father. It was so, Mr Ford, and the terrible consequences of this act of folly have now fallen on my head." You did not marry the clergyman who came here—Mr Temple ?" Unhappily I did I was at a day school when I first made his acquaintance, and he knew Mrs Bouchier, the lady my uncle had sent me to when I came to England. My uncle knew this lady, had known her in IndÜt, and he thought I was quite bafe under her charge. To make a long story short, Mr Temple used to meet me going to and from school, and gradually he obtained a sort of influence over me. I believed him to be a good man for one thing; he went about among the very poor, and I knew nothing of the world. At last he asked me to be his wife, and I, in my childish ig-norance with some vague longings, too, that I had after better things—for my poor uncle believed In nothing beyond this world, and had brought me up also to believe in nothing. But his ideas never, even in those days, quite satisfied my mind and I thought, as I told you, that Mr Temple was good that he might teach me to be good and so I married him. Then I found out what I had really done. I had married a narrow- minded, tyrannical man, who wanted to rule me in everything who had no sympathy nor forbearance for childishness—my waywardness. I, a spoilt Anglo-Indian girl, accustomed to flattery and admiration, got nothing but sternness and hardness. We quarrelled from the first I was miserable from the first, and about 18 months after our marriage he was appointed to a country vicarage. I positively refused to go with him there, and we had a bitter quarrel, which ended in my writing to my uncle to recall me to India. I ought to tell you my uncle never knew of my marriage we dare not tell him because he intended me to marry well in a worldly sense, and not a poor clergy- man. Mr Temple quite agreed to the prudence of this course, and had no wish for me to run the risk of losing my uncle's money by acknowledg- ing my marriage with him. Thus I was only known as Eva Moore, and as Eva Moore I returned to India aft £ >r Mr Temple and I bad agreed to part for ever." He agreed to this ?" inquired Mr Ford. He distinctly agreed to it; I think he had got to dislike me by this time almost as much as I disliked him, and was glad to be rid of me. Thus, when my uncle wrote for me to return to India, we parted for good. I went to India, and he in a fit of disgust, either at me or the world in general, started for Africa. This is more than three years ago, and I never heard of him or from him during this time. He might have been dead for anything I knew; I hoped he was dead— would that he had been Eva clasped her hands together, as she said this, and her pale face flushed, and Mr Ford bent forward with a oommiscrating expression." unfortunately, he is not?" he said, unfortunately, he is not. But, to go on with my story. When I reached Calcutta I found my poor uncle had died of fever the day before I arrived there. But he had, as yon know, pro- vided tor me; and I returned to England with in- dependent moans, but bound by this hidden chain, which I did not, in fact, know really existed or not. By t h's time my friend, Mrs Bouchier, was also dead. and I knew none and had never known any of Mr lemple's friends or acquaintances except her. I made no inquiries; I wished to make none, and X hoped never to hear of him, or see him again. He was dead to me, I told my- self, if he were not dead in reality and I tried to forget that he ever existed." It is a great pity that he ever did," remarked Mr Ford, dryly. I went to board at a ladies' school in South Kensington; x thought it would not be so dull as being alone, and that I would find friends and companions among the girls. I did find one, a simple-hearted, pretty girl, the daughter of a farmer, who had been sent up to London to finish her education—out I weary you?" No, you delight me." The reason that I name this girl, Annie Digh- ton, is, that indirectly through her all this terrible trouble has come upon me. We corres- ponded after she left school, and I went abroad, and led a sort of wandering life; but still I nlways wrote to Annie Dighton. Finally, be»-3jg. in their neighbourhood, I proposed to pay rtem a short visit, and I meant to invite Annie back to stay with me. The lived at a place called Ho]]y Hill, and I found a comfortable English farmhouse—for these Dightons are well otf- and a kind homely family to welcome me, and I enjoyed the first few days T was there. Mr Dighton wis a tenant farmer, and his landlord was the Earl of Kilmore." Mr Ford nodded. Yes, I know," he said he died lately." Eva sighed. He died lately,' she repeated, but when I was at Holly Hill he was not dead. His son Lord Clair came of age then, and a banquet and a dance was given in the Park on the occasion to the tenants. I went with the Dightons, and thus I met Lord Clair." Ah exclaimed Mr Ford with strong in- terest at that moment he remembered Mr Clair at Westwold. I met him, and danced with him," continued Eva, and a sort of pathos crept into her voice as she spoke; "and that night he saved my life. A fire broke out at Holly Hill, and the part of the house I was sleeping in was cut off from the rest by a burning staircase. Young Dighton tried to save me, and the staircase fell in with him as he was endeavouring to ascend it. There was no ladder leng enough to reach the window -I had given myself up for lost when Lord Clair arrived. He managed to fling a rope up to me, and he crept up by this, and then lowered me from the window. In fact he saved my life at the risk of his own, and this naturally made me regard him with interest." I understand," said Mr Ford this is Mr Clair ?" "Yes," answered Eva, and a flush stole to her face; we met again and again after this. I- I did not wish to go on with our acquaintance after I left Holly Hill, but—Lord Clair wished it, and it is hard to refuse the request of one who has saved your life. I saw him at the sea-side first, and then in town. He—he asked me to marry him, but at first I refused-" "To marry him You surely did not ?" in- terrupted Mr Ford. "Iwasied into it; he was shot one night in the street on leaving my house at Soutil Kensing- ton, and he was brought in. He was dangerously wounded, but for my sake, foe he is ever gener- ous," and her voice faltered, he would not remain, though the doctor said it would be a great risk to remove him, unless I promised to be his wife. At last I did promise-I-I cared for him very truly, Mr Ford-I tried to forget the past. I did forget it, I think. At all events we were married, secretly married, for his father was dying, and naturally objected to such a marriage for his son." But my dear girl, do you know what this is ?" cried Mr Ford, starting to his feet. I know now this is why I have come to you; I am going to disappear, but I could not do so without money, without letting you know where I am. and so 1 am going to trust to your honour, Mr Ford. The banker's good-looking face slightly fell; this confidence was not quite so flattering to his vanity as he had hoped. But does Lord Ciair, or rather now the Earl of Kilmore, know of this former—marriage ?" he asked. I will tell you after our marriage, which took place at South Kensington, Clair and I went to Westwold then he returned home to his father, and I went back to South Kensington. And one day—Mr Ford, I can scarcely speak the words--I met George Temple I met him in the street met the man I had hoped was dead, that I never thought to have seen again He told me he had changed his mind about our separation that I must return to him—Clair's wife It was too horrible, it nearly drove me mad, but I de- ceived him. I gave him a false address and then left town. I went back, as you know, to West- wold, and wrote to you from there to ask you to tell no one my address." I remember," said Mr Ford. He—Temple," continued Eva, with rising agitation and excitement, went to the house, the address of which I had given him-the false address, and found I was not there, and then he went to you. You refused to tell him where I was, even when he said he had a legal claim to know ?" I did not believe him." H'Y ou know now. Mr Ford, it would kill me to see this man again, nor do I now wish to see Lord Clair Lord KilDiore." I think of him always by the old name but my story is not yet told. I gave Mr Temple, a false address, as I told you an address to a boarding-house kept by a lady that I had heard of. He went there, and met there the sister of the clergyman who married me to Lord Clair It seems as if my sin were fated to find me out, for George Temple and Mr Onslow, the clergyman, had been at college together in their youth, and they renewed their acquain- tance, and Temple told Mr Onslow his story how he had married a young girl named Eva Moore, and that he had parted with her. Mr Onslow naturally remembered marrying an Eva Moore to Lord Ciair, and he asked Temple if he had a photograph of his wife. He had kept one, why or wherefore I cannot tell; it was mine, and then Mr Onslow knew;-knew I had deceived Clair, and he went to him and told him the whole story." Very officious in my opinion." He said he did it from a sense of duty, but as I told him, his sense of duty has broken two hearts! They came to me at Westwold—Mr Onslow and Clair-Clair would not believe Mr Onslow's tale until he heard it from my own lips. I tried to deny it—I will keep nothing back -until they said they would bring me face to face with George Temple. Then I confessed the truth; Clair knows now he upbraided me, and when he was out I left the place, leaving a few lines to bid him farewell. I do not wish to see him again, and I wish to hide myself away from everyone, and so I came to you to ask you to help me." I need not say I will do everything in my power. This Temple, this parson, has, however, an awkward claim against you." "Iknow," sitid iOva, th«»y- told me plainly this morning, he could have me arrested for bigamy, if he knew of piy marriage with Lord Clair." Then he does not know ?" "Not yet at least; so far to him Mr Onslow has kept the secret." "We must hope he will continue to keep it, but even if this is so, if he could find you this Temple would probably try to force you to return to him." That I never shall!" cried Eva, passionately. "I would die before I did so; I should kill myself!" My dear girl, do not talk in such a dreadful manner. Let us consider what it will be best to do; you wish, I understand, to hide yourself away from both these men ?" Yes, I do Clair reproached me; he shall not reproach me twice." "Well, I shall not reproach you," said Mr Ford, smiling; "it seems to me you have been more sinned against than sinning. And this Lord Clair, or Kllmore-what is he like ?" Eva's lips quivered. Do not ask me," she said he is all that is g-enerous and noble. Yes, it was cruel, wicked of me to deceive him. I see it all now, and must bear the punishment." He will probably soon get over it," answered Mr Ford, calmly he is very young, and love or passion at his age is not generally deep-seated. He is, in fact, not married to you, and if you really mean to keep out of his way he will pro- bably soon marry." Eva did not speak, but these words seem to strike a fresh blow into her heart. And Mr Ford, noticing the expression of her face, rose and began slowly walking up and down the room. Of course," he continued, we must come to a direct understanding if I act in this matter. Lord Kiln ore has no right to interfere with you, but the other man undoubtedly has. But are you quite sure-you wish to give up Lord K'lmore ? I am quite sure," answered Eva. In that case I advise you to change your name for the present, and we must find some quiet home for you." I wish to go abroad I thought of Switzer- land." "My dear girl, you cannot go to Switzerland in mid-winter, and besides, you cannot go alone." I should not be afraid if I were out of Eng- land." You are much safer in England, and safest in London. I have been thinking of someone whom I think you could live with for the present. A lady who lives in a small house in the North- West. She is-a. distant connection of mine, and I feel sure if I were to recommend you she would receive you." Bus you must tell her nothing of who I am nothing of my story ?" Do not be afraid," and again Mr Ford smiled. You see this is a somewhat awkward affair to be mixed up in, and both for your sake and my own I shall certainly be silent. This Temple will probably return here to make inquiries about you, and if he absolutely proved himself to be your husband, which I now know he is, he might make himself disagreeable regarding your money. He has no right, I believe, to interfere with it; it was lodged here in your maiden name, and your cheques have always been signed by that name. But still he might make himself disagreeable, and I must positively affect not to believe what I now know to be a fact. Therefore I wish you for the present to be somewhere where I could see you if necessary, until things settle down a bit—and this lady's house that I men- tioned I think would be convenient." Well, if you think she would take me, and that I should be safe, I do not care where it is." I am almost sure she would take you she lives in one of the new houses up Hampstead way. It is quiet there—out of the way, in fact -and the air is good." How shall I arrange it then ?" Lqt me see; you had best not go near your house in South Kensington nor to an hotel to- night, as there are sure to be -inquiries made." The house in South Kensington is shut up." Well, you have a. cab here, have you not ? Go down to that now—I shall see you down—and direct the driver to stop at the end of the street. I will join you there in five minutes, as I have some orders to give here before I leave the bank. Then we can drive together to the lady's and I will see her first and arrange with her. And on the way," he added smilingly, "we oan fix on a new and suitabfe name for you 1 Very well," said Eva, and she rose. She was frightened, but what could she do? She was forced to make a confident c>f Mr Ford, for she could not live without the money that was lodged in the bank. She did as he directed her. He escorted her down to the cab, and then she waited for him to join her at the spot he named. He did not keep her long, and she speedily found herself driving through the lighted streets with Mr Ford by her side. And what is the pretty new name to be V' he Esked presently. "I don't know; something commonplace will be best," answered Eva. But nothing commonplace will suit you." Oh, that is no matter," said Eva wearily. An intense weariness had indeed come over her heart; in her first excitement and indignation against Kilmore she had said she would leave him, would hide herself away from him, and she had done so; but a reaction had now set in. She was thinking of him as she sat there by Mr Ford, thinking of him with wistful regret, while Mr Ford was flatteiing himself he was making him- self highly agreeable to her. It was a long drive presently they left the streets, and drove through quiet roadways and up steep bills. I almost forgot to tell you," said Mr Ford, that the lady I am now taking you to is called Madame de Clmbri." Is she French then ?" asked Eva. Mr Ford almost imperceptibly shrugged his shoulders. Her husband was, I believe," he answered. "No, the lady herself is English. But about your name ? I must introduce you, you know." "Scott is a common name, will that do?" answered Eva. Excellently well; Mrs Scott then-Eva Scott -keep the Eva, as you are accustomed to it. Ah, here we are this is the garden gate of Madame's house. He called to the driver of the cab to stop, and then got out and rang the bell of a door in a high wall. If you will wait for me in the cab," he said, I will go in and speak to Madame first," and as ho spoke he got out of the cab, and presently the door was opened, and he was admitted. He was quite a quarter of an hour in returning, but at last he did so, and handed Eva out of the cab. Madame Cimbri will receive you as a boarder," he said but remember, be careful, Mrs Scott." (To be continued.)

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