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I do not pretend to be better than other men; but I could not take as my wife one who had been guilty of such an awful crime as this.”

"No," said Leam, her parched lips scarcely able to form the word at all.

"Your secret will be safe with me," he repeated.

She did not reply. In giving up himself she had given up all that made life lovely, and the refuse might as well go as not.

"But we must part."

"Yes," said Leam.

He turned back to the window desperately troubled. He did really love her, passionately, sincerely. He longed at this very moment to take her in his arms, and tell her that he would accept her crime if only he might have herself. Had he not been the master of the Hill and a Harrowby he would have done so; but the master of the Hill and the head of the house of Harrowby had a character to maintain and a social ideal to keep pure. He could not bring into such a home as his, present to his mother as her daughter, to his sisters as their sister, a girl who, by her own confession, was a murderess—a girl who, if the law had its due, would be hanged by the neck in the precincts of the county jail till she was dead! He might have been sinful enough in his own life, in the ordinary way of men; and truly there were passages in his past that would scarcely bear the light; but what were the worst of his misdemeanors compared with this awful crime? No; he must resolutely crush the last lingering impulse of tenderness, and leave her to work through her own tribulation as he must work through his.

"But we must part," he said for the third time.

Her lips quivered. She did not answer; only bent her head in sign of acquiescence.

"It is hard to say it, harder still to do; and I who loved you so dearly!" cried Edgar, with the angry despair of a man forced against himself to give up his desire.

She put up her hands.

"Don't!" she said with a sharp cry. "I cannot bear to hear about your love!"

He gave a sudden sob. Her love for him was very precious to him; his for her very strong.

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Why did you tell me?" he then said.

"And yet you did the right thing to tell me. I was wrong to say that; it was good of you Leam -noble, like yourself."

"I love you. That is not being noble," she answered slowly and with infinite pathos. "I could not have deceived you after I remembered." "You are too noble to deceive," he said, holding out his hand. Leam turned away.

"I am not fit to touch your hand," she said, the very pride of contrition in her voice; pride for him, if humiliation for herself.

"For this once!" he pleaded.

"I am unworthy," she answered.

At this moment little Fina came jumping into the room. She had in her hand a rose-coloured scarf that had once been poor Madame's, and which the nurse, turning out an old box of hers, had found and given to the child.

After she had kissed Edgar, played with his breloques, looked at the works of his watch, plaited his beard into three strings, and done all that she generally did in the way of welcome, she shook out the gauze scarf over her dress.

"This was mamma's-my own mamma's," she said. "Leam will never tell me about mamma-you tell me, Major Harrowby!" coaxingly.

"I cannot. I did not know her," said Edgar in an altered voice, while Leam looked as if her judgment had come; but bore it as she had borne all the rest, resolutely.

"I want to hear of my mamma, and who killed her," pouted Fina. Hush, Fina," said Leam in an agony. "You must not talk."

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"You always say that, Leam, when I want to hear about mamma,” was the child's petulant reply.

"Go away now, dear little Fina," said Edgar, who felt all that Leam must feel at these inopportune words, and who moreover, weak as he was in this direction, was longing for one last caress.

"I will go, and send her nurse," said Leam half-staggering to the door. Had anything been wanting to show her the impossibility of their marriage this incident of Fina's random but incisive words would have been enough.

"Leam! not one word more?" he asked as he stood against the door, holding the handle in his hand.

"No," she said hopelessly.

"What words can we have together?"

"And we are parting like this, and for ever?"

"For ever.

nically.

Yes; it has to be for ever," she answered almost mecha

"Leam, why did you love me?" he cried, taking her hands in his and keeping them.

"How could I help it? Who would not love you?" she answered. Again he gave a sudden heavy sob; and again the poor pale, tortured face reflected the pain it witnessed.

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"Good-by," she then said, drawing her hands from his. only, when you blame me, that I told you not to let you be degraded. And forgive me before I die; for I loved you-ah! better than my own life!"

With a sudden impulse she stooped forward, took back his right hand in both of hers, pressed it to her bosom, kissed it passionately again and again, then turned, with one faint, half-suppressed moan, and left him. And as he heard her light feet cross the hall, wearily, heavily as the feet of a mourner dragging by the grave of the beloved, he knew that his dream

of love was over. But, with the strange satire of the senses in moments of sorrow, noting ever the most trivial things, Edgar noted specially the powerful perfume of a spray of lemon-plant which she bruised as she pressed his hand against her breast.

That evening Edgar Harrowby went down to the Rectory. He was strong enough in physique and in some phases of will, but he was not strong all through; and he had never been able to face, unassisted, the first desolation of a love disappointment.

Adelaide, in a picturesque dress and her most becoming mood, welcomed him with careful cordiality as a prodigal whose husks, clinging about his coat, were to be handled tenderly as if they were pearls. She saw that something was gravely wrong, and she grasped the line of connection if she did not understand the issue; but, mindful of the doctrine of letting well alone also of that of catching a heart at the rebound-she made no allusion in the beginning, but let her curiosity gnaw her like the Spartan boy's fox without making a sign. At last, however, her curiosity became impatience and her impatience conquered her reserve. She was

clever in her generation and fairly self-controlled; but she was only a woman after all.

"And when did you last see that eccentric little lady, Miss Leam?" she asked with a smile-not a bitter smile, merely one of careless amusement, as if Leam was acknowledged to be a comical subject of conversation and one naturally provoking a smile.

"Dear Adelaide," said Edgar, not looking at her but speaking with unusual earnestness, "do not speak ill of Leam Dundas, neither to me nor any one else. I ask it as a favour."

Adelaide turned pale.

"Tell me only one thing, Edgar-are you going to marry her?" she asked, her manner as earnest as his own, but with a different meaning.

"No! Marry her? Good God, no!" was his vehement reply. Then more tenderly: "But for all that do not speak ill of her-will you promise, dear, good friend?"

"Yes, I will promise," she answered with what was for her fervour and a sudden look of intense relief. "I never will again, Edgar; and I am sorry if I have hurt you at any time by what I may have said. did not mean to do so."

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"No, I know you did not. I can appreciate your motives; and they were good," Edgar answered with emotion; and then their two pairs of fine blue eyes met, and both were moist.

This was just at the moment when Leam, pale, rigid as a statue, thickly veiled, and holding a box in her hand, met Mr. Gryce in Steel's Wood, he having gone to catch such rare specimen of sleeping lepidoptera as the place afforded and his eyes could discern.

CHAPTER XVIII.

BLOTTED OUT.

GONE;-no one knew where. Gone in the night like a falling star, like a passing cloud; gone and left no trace; vanished like the sunshine of yesterday or the flowers of last spring! No one knew what had become of her and no one knew where to look for her; for the sole information gathered by the scared neighbours was, that Leam Dundas was missing and no one had seen her go.

And this lover was
Others said she had

She was thought by some to have simply run away after the manner of undisciplined youth aiming at mock heroism; but where? or with whom?-for, said the keen-eyed women and large-mouthed men, incredulous of maiden meditation fancy free, a pretty young thing of nineteen would never have left her comfortable home, her father, friends, and good name without some lover stirring in the matter. just the missing link not to be found anywhere. drowned herself; but here again, why? Young girls do not give up their precious freight of hope in love and present joy in youth for a trifling ailment or a temporary annoyance. And nothing worse than either could have befallen Leam, said the reasoners, putting their little twos and twos together and totting up the items with the serene accuracy of spiritual arithmeticians dealing with human emotion as if it was a sum in long division which any schoolboy could calculate.

Edgar Harrowby however, who came forward manfully enough to say when and where-if not how-he had last seen Miss Dundas, leant to the side of the believers in suicide; and on his own responsibility ordered the Broad to be dragged. Which looked ugly, said a few of the rasher spirits in the village, cherishing suspicion of their betters as the birthright which had never had a chance of being bartered for a mess of pottage; while the more contemptuous, critical after the event, gave it as their opinion that the Major had a bee in his bonnet somewhere, for what gentleman in his seven sane senses would have looked for such a mare's-nest as Miss Leam Dundas lying among the bulrushes of the Broad? Drowned herself?-no! it was no drowning of herself that had come to little miss, be sure of that!

What however had come to her no one knew; the fact only was certain; she had gone, and no one had met her coming or seen her going, and for all trace left she might as well have melted into air like one of the fairy women of romance. To be sure the servants had heard her in her room in the early evening, and she had refused the tea which they had brought her, and told them, through the closed door, that she wanted nothing more that night. So they left her to herself; supposing her to be in one of her queer moods, to which they were used to give but scant heed, and not thinking more about her. The next morning she was missing; but when she had gone was as dark as where.

The discovery, later in the day, that certain effects-such as her mother's dressing-case and a few personal necessities of daily use—were gone too, seemed to dispose effectually of the theory of suicide; though what remained, a lover, companion of her flight, being wanting? It was a strange thing altogether, and the country was alive with wild theories and wild reports. But in a few days a letter from Mr. Dundas to the rector, and another to Edgar, set the question of self-destruction at rest, if also they gave loose to other energies of conjecture; for in both he said: "No harm has come to her, and I am content to let her remain where she has clected to place herself."

As it was just this where which tormented the folk with the sense of mystery and made them eager for news, the father's meagre explanation-which, in point of fact, was no explanation at all-was not found very satisfactory, and a few hard words were said of Mr. Dundas-his reserve to the world being taken for the same thing as indifference to his daughter, and resented as an offence. But, for the third time in his life, Sebastian was found capable of maintaining this impenetrable reserve. Pepita's true status in her own country-Madame's suspicious debts and those damaging letters from London-Leam's hiding-place-he had had strength enough to keep his own counsel about the first two unbroken, and now he betrayed no more about this last. It may as well be said that for this he had sufficient reason. Leam, who had confessed her crime, and announced her intention of flight and of hiding herself where no one should find her again, had not told him more than these bare bones of the story. And he did not care to know more. The skeleton was horrible enough as it stood; he was by no means inclined to clothe it with the flesh of detail, still less to follow his erring child to her place of exile. He was content that she should be blotted out. It was the sole reparation that she could make.

This sudden disappearance ended the foreign tour which had been Josephine's sweetest anticipations of the honeymoon; for Mr. Dundas turned back for home at once, intending to put up Ford House for sale and leave the place for ever. He was ashamed to live at North Aston, he said, after Leam's extraordinary conduct, her shameful, shameless esclandre, which, said Josephine to her own people, weeping, she supposed was due to her, the poor little thing not liking her for a stepmother.

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'Though indeed she need not have been afraid," said the good creature effusively; "for I had intended to be kindness itself to the poor dear girl." And when she said this, Mrs. Harrowby, who never failed an opportunity for moral cautery, remarked drily: "In all probability it is as well as it is, Josephine. You would have been very uncomfortable with her, and would have been sure to have spoiled her. And as Adelaide Birkett always says, very sensibly, she is odd enough already. She need not be made more so."

Maria threw out a doubt as to whether Mr. Dundas had heard from Leam at all. It was not like Sebastian to be so close, she said; but

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