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CHAPTER V.
Continued.

Continued.
Jane grew more and more agitated,
and in her confusion l.er flowers fell
from her hands; Mohun picked them
up.
ASK ne for your bouquet, Miss
Grand, or l shall think that may
keep it,"
Then she was forced to look up, and
give him all the secret Of her most
fresh and innocent face.
"Nlr. Mohun, will you return it TO
me? Please do?"
And she held out her hand to Gift
ford.
He dropped the flowers to the ground
he caught her hand-her waist. The
loneliness, the hour, the utter artless-
ness of the girls own love. had swept
away Gifford's last prudential scru-
pies. Worldly advantages, worldly
opinion, were intangible and afar;
these beautiful scarlet lips, trembling
so close to his, were living and warm
and present: and the concrete, rather
than the abstract, is apt to be powerful
over far stronger natures than Clifford
Mohun's at twenty-Onc.
"Jane.'
"Gifrord"
doubt if anywhere save In mildest
romance, declaration of real passion
was ever prefaced by the words. 81
love you" Verbal confession belongs
to a much calmer and more rctrOspec-
tive stage of feeling "Jane"-"Gif-
ford" What more was there for Mo-
hun to ask or for her TO tell?
The time went by, and they knew it
not. Mrs. Tennant-into whose willing
hand Clifford had reposed the admins
tratve department of the ballroom
Mrs. Tenant sore wearipd by the dis
coura aging nature of her task. saw
dance after dance pass away. partner
after partner cnslaved, mOmentarily,
by her two smiling daughters for they
can smile and dance on, :hcsc tender
innocent victims, even in their direst
moment of defcat, and still the one
human being in the house worth car
ing fOr-the one for whom those Lon
don dresses, those wreaths, those
smiles had been got ready-the heir to
Yatton-did not return. The spirits Of
Mrs. and the Miss Tcnnants-in COM
mon with those of most other mothers
and daughters there prcsent-wcre not
raised when, Just before supper, Mr.
Mohun came back, with Jane Grand,
very flushed and subducd, hut happy
looking, upon his arm. Neither. was
public confidence at all heightened by
the warmth with which he rushed off
leaving Jane to share Folletts atten-
tion with Miss Lynch.
Did he not contrive that she should
sit exactly opposite him at the centre
table? Jane Grand at centre table!
Was there not something unmistakable
in his tone as he reached across to her
and said:
Miss Grand, let me help you to some
chcken?'
Was there not triumph, which even
her finished perGdy could not dissimu-
late, in the glance with which she
looked up and answered.:
"Thank you, Mr.. Mohun, | think
would rather have some jelly?"
An instructive gloom like that which,
without tangible cause, is frequently
known to Overtake the political or
financial wOrld-a feeling that the
game was up, an unknown, ignoblc
enemy already in possession of the
field, overcamc the whole female por-
tion of GiffOrd's guests; for even the
youngest married woman, with infant
daughters, sympathetic depression, in
seeing poor fellow like Clifford volun-
tarily throw himself away.
The dancing after supper was slack
No one wanted to keep their carriage
waiting ten minutes longer than it was
originally ordered and the general
temper and spirit of families. as they
drove back to their homes, We're the
reverse of those genial and lively ones
in which, some four or five hours prev
iously they had entered the first gates
of Yatton Park.
And Jane Grand! Through the dull,
monOtonous days, through the sleep
less, weary nights, from which Jane
has looked back to the short-lived sea-
son of her joy, she has often striven
to recall the sensation of those intense
ly happy hours that succeeded her first
knowledge of Mohun's love for her.
Striven, but in vain. She can re-
member the thrOngs of faces, the
lights, the musician remember the
moment when Clifford fingered after he
had placed her in the carriage; and
how Miss Lynch talked on unwearied-
ly, and how the vicar was singularly
grave and thoughtful as they drove
slowly home through the dim day
break of the overshadowed summer
lanes. But all bcsides-the color, the
form, the passionate essence of those
few. best hours of her exiStence-is,
and will ever be blank to her.
CHAPTER vi.
The engagement was an accom-