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« We have been very anxious about you, ivlisj Adrietta," he said, laboriously pumping from the depths of his memory a. literal ua r- Iation of these words into the native language of the girl before him, who replied volubly. But Simon Fox, whose astonishment was too intense for words, found it hard to summon up his usual manner. "Can't beIV feeli iig jealous of his uncle's heiress, I suppose," raid the doctor to himself There has been a great deal of anxiety," said he, but curiously enough, Mr. Brandon did not share it. lie insisted that his niece had not sailed on the Penelope. He said he was sure of it, posi. tively sure. Between you and me, I am a little afraid of our old frienu's brain, Gresham." Don't say that, pray don't say that," pleaded the old secretary. Good heavens, I cannot harbour the idea." Meanwhile Simon was staring at Evelyn Jarbeau, and that experienced woman read in his face a doubt of her identity. Consequently she smiled np m him brilliantly, and said "Of course my cousin speaks French." "Yes," said Simon, finding it very hard work not to add And who are you? and how do you come here ? I must find out if he has ever been in Franco, she said to herself. "You speak French so well, I believe you have ¡ lived a long time in Paris," said she. But Simon was wary. How long must one reside there to sny 'ani' like a native ? be asked, remembering that he had only used that word. Oh, it is a great test, that little I oi, said Evelyn Jarbeau. English people usually say 'i.fee,' and she laughed; and as she laughed she gave him a look. Explain to Miss Adrietta that I am going to prepare her grandfather for his meeting with her," said the doctor, finding it impossible to gather enough French for this speech. Then he hurried upstairs. Now, my dear friend, be calm," said he. I am as cool as a cucumber," said Mr. Brandon. "Some one lui3 arrived," said the doctor. Who is it, doctor 1" asked Mr. Brandon. "Mr. Gresham and your granddaughter, M'ss Adrietta Grevel," said the doctor, cautiously pansing between each word. Impossible said Mr. Brandon. "But I assure you she is here, and is below await- ing your welcome." I do not feel as though that were true," said Mr. Brandon. "But I assure you," said the doctor. Is it possible ?" said Mi". Brandon. "Then bring her here, and my good Gresham also. I suppose I cannot realise it all at once." Come in, Gresham," said the doctor. Mr. Gresham entered and grasped Mr. Brandon's out. stretched hand. I know you would come back, Gresham," said Mr. Brandon, and glad enough I am to see you and I am not going to die, eithei". And have ou really brought me my little Adrietta ? She is below, sir," said Gresham, and a very handsome and sprightly young lady, a3 well as a very courageous one, indeed." "And s he is here and I have not that inward knowledge of her presence I hoped to have. Mv heart: does not expand, my arms do not involun- tarily open to embrace her," said Mr. Brandon. •'You see," signalled the doctor to Mr. Gresham. Perhaps we are a little fanciful in said Gresham. "When you see her all that will come." Of course," said Mr. Brandon, of course. Send the dear child to me." Mr. Gresham stepped into the hall and offered Evelyn his arm. The girl had been left there and was doing her best to listen, but her knowledge of English was too limited to permit her to understand her grand- father's words. Now she entered geucly, and with a timid air, standing in the shadow, and experiencing the tenor which must assail an impostor at every now step. Come to me, Adrietta," said Mr. Brandon. "Dear grandpapa," cried Evelyn, w th a thoatri. cal demonstration of eagerness, and tripping brace- fully to the bedside. As ho looked into the girl's face, a sudden ciiiii seemed to run through Mr. Brandon's frame. His face flushed, he offered no kiss nor embrace. Are you Adrietta Grevel ? he asked. Yes, grandpapa," responded Evelyn. You do not resemble your mother." "No," said Evelyn. "I looklike my poor father." Put back the curtain, Ben," said Mr. Brandon to his nurse. Let me have a look at yon, child No, no you are not like Margaret." Ali, no But I hope oLt Evelyn. See, grandpapa, here is your kind letter. You said you would lovo me. I cannot help not being as handsome as mamma." You are an extremely handsome woman," said Mr. Brandon, coldly; "but I thought you would bo very different. Yes, th s is my letter. Yon havo also a letter from Mr. Gresham." Evelyn handed it to him. "I lost, everything else, grandpapa," she "I was ill a boat-a little boat—without food or water, days. But I only saved these and your letters to momma and some of papa's. Madame Andrews bought mo such nice dresses. Here .is the nice letter you wrote to her, teHing her to g-cfc mo everything I asked for. It was so kind, so good of you, for I had been very poor. I was quite alone after dear mamma died. All that was IJought is in the sea; the fishes havo eaten everything but me and these letters. But- t do not care," said Evelyn, assuming a gentle, con- fiding air, I have a good grandpapa, who will give me all I need." "Yes," said Mr. Brandon, still more coldly "yon shall have all the fine clothes you want. Those lcttol's prove you are my granddaughter, but yon will answer me a few questions. Your mother •—my daughter—describe her to me." Evelyn, who llad so orton seen Madame Grevel, found no difficulty in doing so, even to a lis t'o brown mole on the Indy's cheek. She knew all the particulars of her death and of h2r toilsome life after widowhood. Suddenly §he remembered something she had heard Madame Grevel say one day, during the time she was 11,3r maid. Mamma said she once embroidered a portrait of her mother in silk," she said. "A profile view, and that you liked it so well that you framed it." No one could have known that. but Margaret herself," said the old man sadly. There, Adrietta', kiss me and go to your ro >m. 'I am not strong, you know, and you must not stay long. Ask for any- thing you need." Thank you, dear grandpapa," said Evelyn, qii.io content. She kissed his hand and ran out of the room, and the servants served her as though she had been a princess. Sho was triumphant, happy, I without fear. She had risked a great deal, Inn sho had iron. She could oven afford to think pitying.y of Adrietta, lying as she supposed in the far away French cemetery. "I did you no wrong, after all, Petite," she said to herself. "We can carry nothing of this \1'1(;'8 goods with us to heaven, so they tell us. It's hard for yon, but oil, it is so good tor nlJ, you poor little dead woman." Meanwhile,-in his own room, Mr. Brandon, utterly cast down, grasped his friend's hand. "Pity me, Jeffrys," he said. I have hoped so much and I have been such an idiot. T adored my ideal Adrietta, and now I have seen her I cannot lovo her. To be frank with you, I detest- her, Jeffrys. My little girl wns to be a go-ritl, modest, loving child. Her tetter soemc-d to confirm my hope. This that lias come to mo is n hard, cold woman. I read, I know not what of Parisian cxp rionoo, in her big, black eyes, in her straight nose, and her thin mouth, with the down of a moustache above it. Sh9 is handsome, but in a stylo I detest." Gresham, who had conducted the young lady to the housekeeper, II h) was now overwhelming her with attentions, re-entered at this juncture. His account of his search for Adrietta and his conversa- tion with the landlady, and also of the removal of her trunk from the garret she had occupied, an affair which he had personally superintended, was most business-like. (To be continued).