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CHAPTER II.-Continued.

CHAPTER u.-Continued.
at don't want any trunks brought
An /" she said. II wish to see Lord
Lord Catherington. Which way must
For the great hall was deserted ex-
cent for this man. A broad marble
staircase, dividing to right and left at
fhe TOP, was in front of her, the
doors on each side Of the hall were
closed.
"His lordship directed that I was
RI show YOU upstairs, madam replled
the man, in the manner OF one oeao 10
all human interest. This way IL voo
please" #. ..4a
then. rejecting that there was MOTH
ing left to her for the moment but TO
do as she was directed, since 10 enter
upon a wildgoose chase thru inns ua-
known mansion was out OF the CUES
tion. she allowed herself to be con-
Quoted up two flights of stairs to the
second floor Of the house, where
very tiny, white-haired little woman
in a dark dress received her with d
sort Of chilly statellness.
''This is the lady, Mrs. Newton
And as the little white-haired lady
made her stiff bow. Beatrice
guessed that she was the housekeeper.
His lordship's messenger only ar
Newton, with certain acidity or
tone which showed her to be distinct
1y more human and less automauc
than the old butler. so l must peg
you to excuse your rooms not oelhg
thoroly warmed yet, nor all Tie
preparations made.
And with that she led the way to a
very large bedroom, in Whlcn were d
big bed and a little one, and thru thls
apartment into another equally Iarse,
yty,6n
and general appearance OF which
showed it to be day nursery: Here
also a fire was burning and mousse
maid was busting the old"rashloneo
furniture. ,..,.
tated. did not know what to say, Mrs.
Newton went on with the same cold
aloofness: .
"Of course, all this furniture is very
old-fashioned now. It's nearly thirty
The present Lord Catherington, being
the Youngest Of the family, was the
last to use 1t. It's been smut up even
longer than the rest of the house; pu'
of course you can nave anyInlns new
that you think requisite. You nave
only to mention it to me-.
beatrice could think Of nothing pet.
ter to say than just THANK you, anc
as Mrs Newton then bowed AGAIN aIC
withdrew, she tottered back INTO tne
D.
8tub-shaped armchair beside the fire
The blot was thickening indeed. She
could no longer have any doubt ina
the stranger Of the long peard wa
really a. nobleman, and she perceived
that the consequences OF her own t fas,
deceit were gett1ng more seilouS 'le"l
she had supposed.
g. There was a knock at the door be
tween the two rooms, ana the mousse
maid, entering from the day nursery
proceeded to draw down the plna
and to turn down the beds for tn
night. The gas had already bee1
lighted. Beatrice rose, trembling.
Can do anything for you ma am !?
asked the maid, 81 tall, silent-foote'
woman with deft hands, a m1stres
OF her craft.
And she looked at the lady's bonnie
mo. oh. no, thank you,'' said Bea
trice, breathlessly. And looking sud
denly at her watch, she saw that
was s o'clock.
Was it possible that all these thing
had happened within two hours? Sh
could hardly realize it, tho she remem
bered to have seen the clock po1nt1n
to the hour Of seven when she en-
tered the hall at the Hotel Sallsbur
after her visit to Miss Froyle. If sh
was to find a lodging for herself an
Ermyntrude that night she must los
mo time.
Can you show me the way to tn
room where Lord Catherington is?
she asked, as the housemaid reache
the door.
Eyes, ma'am. He's in the library,
think
And Beatrice followed her down tn
stairs to a large, well-lighted room
lofty and long, on the ground floor {
the mansion.
~ Walls of books-forests of books
IN, bindings
with gold, in bindings shabby wit
age. This was the first thing Beatric
noted. A tall and heavy screen stoo
between the door and the fireplac
and behind 1t, In deep-seated re
morocco armchair sat Lord Gather
ington, while Ermyntrude, curled u
snug and warm, lay fast asleep on tt
hearthrug, with her lint-white head pi
lowed on the silky coat of a handson
collie dog which lay basking in tt
The picture was such a pretty or
the air of subdued happiness in tt
yiscount's rather handsome face w,
so striking-that Beatrice began
hesitate again In her resolution
confess, and felt the longing to vie
to the joy promised her, to accept IL
shelter held out to her child.
Lord Catherington looked up, sni
az Ing, and offered her a chair.
"I've ordered dinner to be broug
In here" said he, speaking in a 10
voice, in order not to disturb tt
sleeping child. 'The little ones
tired, think she will sleep on quiet
till we've finished
But Beatrice, struggling to be hol
est, to be brave, broke out, In hig
passionate tone:
mo, no, can't stay here. L
thank you for your goodness; but VI
don't understand. I must take N
poor child away.
The viscount rose quickly from h
Hhair.