And Rudolph Musgrave could not quite believe in the actuality of what had just happened.

Charteris cried, not unkindly, "don't you see it is the only possible outcome?" Musgrave faced him.

" Musgrave took both her hands in his.

" She told Rudolph Musgrave nothing.

But what, in heaven's name, had any of these men of Rudolph Musgrave's circle ever done beyond enough perfunctory desk-work, say, to furnish him food and clothes?

On leaving Winson the Coln widens out considerably, and for the next two miles becomes the boundary between Mr. Wykeham-Musgrave's property of Barnsley and the manor of Ablington.

At six o'clock Mr. H.'s carriage drove up to our door, and we accompanied him to the governor's, where we were introduced to Col. Jarvis, a member of the privy council, and proprietor of several estates in the island, Col. Edwards, a member of the assembly and a barrister, Dr. Musgrave, a member of the assembly, and Mr. Shiel, attorney general.

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By a quick movement, Mr. Musgrave gets in advance of me, and, turning round, faces me at this defile.

Mr. Musgrave never makes his now daily appearancehe comes, as I jubilantly notice, as regularly as the postmanuntil late in the afternoon.

I cry, passionately; "what right has she to be sitting all day with young men on stools at her feet?she, a married woman, with her husband" "This comes extremely well from you," he says, in a voice of concentrated anger, with a bitterly-sneering tone; "how is Musgrave?" Before I can answer, he has jumped out, and is half-way back to the house.

"Why did not you bring your sentinel, Vick?" Heit is Musgrave, of coursehas joined me, and is leaning his flat back also against the apostle, and, like me, is looking at the mist, at the red and yellow leavesat the whole low-spirited panorama.

Mr. Musgrave, of course.

As I raise my glistening eyes, I meet those of Mr. Musgrave fixed upon me(he is the only stranger present).

Mr. Musgrave is soliciting a kitchen-wench.

I have been asked as long ago as before dinner by Mr. Musgrave.

"I am engaged to Mr. Musgrave," reply I, with a graceless and discontented curl of lip, and raising of nose.

As to herfor it is Mrs. Huntleyshe must have seen me already, as I stood with Mr. Musgrave on the edge of the wood, exchanging our last bitter words.

"Yours sincerely, "F. MUSGRAVE" The note drops from my fingers, rolls on to my lap, and thence to the ground.

" "That it will not," reply I, stoutly, recollecting how much I yawned, and how largely Mr. Musgrave figured in the first.

See what a good memory I haveyour plan of marrying her to Musgrave, how does that work?" "My plan!"

In a moment I think of Musgrave, and the untold black tale now forever in my thought attached to him, and, as I so think, the hot flush of agonized shame that the recollection of him never fails to call to my face, invades cheeks, brow, and throat.

Is not the tale safely buried in the deep grave of Musgrave's and my two hearts? I raise my head, and twice essay to speak.

I exonerate Mr. Musgrave from all share in making it knownand have the mossed tree-trunks lips?