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relation, but
AHA! you are dearer than kith or
kim" interrupted Lady Gethin; "you
can give him financial tips, and
chances of turning, I won't say an
honest penny, but simply hundreds
into splendid thousands by the varied
sources of information you command.
All! were I a man, I should like to
be a financier, which is high falutin'
for stock broker
Glynn smiled. II have had very
few business transactions with Deer
ing or for him. He is wealthy enough
without help from any one. BY the
way, he is more infammable than I
! imagined; we were at the Auteuil
races together the day before yester-
day, and when sauntering about we
were both struck by a girl who was
in an open carriage with two other
ladies'; she was certainly pretty
more than pretty-and Deering
seemed quite fascinated; he could
not keep away. It was not like his
usual cool, high-bred Indifference to
| all mundane things, to go back again
and again to stare at the young lady,
| for you know he is rather a decent
fellow as men CO."
You don't say SOL" cried Lady
Gethin, with keen interest. What
would Lady Frances have said?"
1.-The last time we went to look at
the bright particular star, she and
her party; had left their carriage"
continued Glynn. "Deering then
seemed to pull himself together, and
to remember he was not alone; but I
could see ne was desperately vexed
to have lost sight Of her, though he
tried to laugh at himself, and. said
she was wonderfully like some one he
used to know. I was both surprised
and amused by his maneuvers. I left
him before the last race, and I rather
fancy he was going to renew his
search for her"
"Ah!" said Lady Gethin; mo
doubt, thereby hangs a tale"
perhaps SO. The young lady,
however, is very young-little more
than seventeen or eighteen, and she
certainly did not recognize him-nor
even notice him"
1.-The wisest have their weak mo-
ments," observed Lady Gethin, with
an air of wisdom. IT certainly have
never heard any queer stories about
Deering. Did you see any one else
you knew at Auteuil?"
"a few second-rate racing men,
and. George Werner" :,
"Oh, he generally haunts the Deer
ings when he is not at sea-" After
a good deal more talk. partly bust
ness, partly wittily told scandal,
Glynn rose to take leave. II dine at
the Cafe de Florence to-day, with
Captain Methvin and Madame Gau-
thier; will you join us?"
II am unfortunately already en-
gagged: 10 must forgo that pleasure"
said Glynn. .1,stG"
II shall see you then as! soon as
you return to London, and be sure
you tell me anything fresh about the
Deerings."
81 don't fancy there will be any
exciting asclandre in that quarter.
If the weather continues as fine as
it has been for the last few days, you
will have a pleasant journey. Good
morning, Lady Gethin.".e SIS ?
When Glynn left the hotel he
walked briskly for a few minutes to-
ward the Louvre, then he gradually
relaxed his pace, as his thoughts dis
engaged themselves from, his sur
roundings, and presented him with a
picture they had frequently mirrored
during the last three days.
After making a few purchases at
the bookstalls of the Palais Royal,
he made his way down the Rue st.
Honore, finally coming to a halt at
the crowded crossing opposite. the
Madeleine, where the contrary cur
rents coming from the Roulevards
meet the tributary tide of the Rue
Royale. He was in no hurry; it
amused. him to see the huge omni-
buses disgorging their contents; to
watch eager women with parcels, and
refractory children tightly held by
the hand, make Intellectual dashes at
the opposite shore, and come scurry-
ing back again, baf1ed, but still reso-
lutte. To observe the little flower
girls plying their trade, and hear the
sharp bargaining between them and
their customers.
Suddenly, however, his eyes bright
ened; the expression of a lazy locker
on vanished, and was replaced by n
of keen, vivid interest, az his glance
fell on the original Of the picture
which had haunted him since the day
of the races at Auteuil. A slight girl
ish figure, in a pale gray dress; a
mantlet or scarf, edged with black
lace. drawn closely round her: she
was crowned by a pretty little hat,
also bordered with black lace, and
adorned with a large bouquet of
primroses and tufts of narrow black
velvet ribbon. Under the hat beamed
a pair of thoughtful, earnest, dark
blue eyes-large and lustrous; eyes
that none could pass unnoticed; long
lashes; distinct, but delicate eye
brows; a clear. pale complexion; a
sweet though not very small mouth,
and abundant light golden-brown
hair. made up a whole that might
have attracted the attention of even
a more potent. grave and reverend
signor" than Travers Deering.
This was the face and figure that
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