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if he could only set this child's mind at ease, would not that win a word of gratitude from her sister? He could surely take a little trouble for such a reward as that; and so, with his usual easy confidence, he accepted a task which was to cost him dear enough. You'd better leave me to manage this, young man,' he said at the door. Run off to your sister Mabel. You can just say I am here, and find out if your mother will see me presently, you know.' And he went into the library alone. Dolly was crouching there in an arm-chair, worn out by sobbing and the weight of a terror she dared not speak of, which had broken her down at last. Mark, who was goodnatured enough in his careless way, was touched by the utter abandonment of her grief; for the first time he began to think it must be something graver than a mere childish trouble, and, apart from all personal motives, longed sincerely to do something, if he could, to restore Dolly to her old childish self. He forgot everything but that, and the unselfish sympathy he felt gave him a tact and gentleness with which few who knew him best would have credited him. Gradually, for at first she would say nothing, and turned away in lonely hopelessness, he got her to confess that she was very unhappy; that she had done something which she must never never tell to anybody.

Then she started up with a flushed face and implored him to go away and leave her. Don't make me tell you!' she begged piteously. Oh, I know you mean to be kind, I do like you nowonly I can't tell you really. Please, please go away—I'm so afraid of telling you.'

'But why?' said Mark. 'I'm not very good myself, Dolly— you need not be afraid of me.'

'It isn't that,' said Dolly with a shudder; but he said if I told anyone they would have to send me to prison.'

'Who dared to tell you a wicked lie like that?' said Mark indignantly, all the manhood in him roused by the stupid cruelty of it. It wasn't Colin, was it, Dolly?'

'No, not Colin; it was Harold-Harold Caffyn. Oh, Mr. Ashburn,' she said, with a sudden gleam of hope, 'wasn't it true? He said papa was a lawyer, and would have to help the law to punish me-'

'The infernal scoundrel!' muttered Mark to himself, but he saw that he was getting to the bottom of the mystery at last.

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he told you that, did he?' he continued; did he say it to tease

you, Dolly?'

'I don't know. He often used to tease, but never like that before, and I did do it—only I never never meant it.'

'Now listen to me, Dolly,' said Mark. If all you are afraid of is being sent to prison, you needn't think any more about it. You can trust me, can't you? You know I wouldn't deceive you. Well, I tell you that you can't have done anything that you would be sent to prison for-that's all nonsense. Do you understand? Harold Caffyn said that to frighten you. No one in the world would ever dream of sending you to prison, whatever you'd done. Are you satisfied now ?'

Rather to Mark's embarrassment, she threw her arms round his neck in a fit of half-hysterical joy and relief. Tell me again,' she cried; 'you're sure it's true-they can't send me to prison ? Oh, I don't care now. I am so glad you came-so glad. I will all about it now. I want to!'

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But some instinct kept Mark from hearing this confession; he had overcome the main difficulty-the rest was better left in more delicate hands than his, he thought. So he said, 'Never mind about telling me, Dolly; I'm sure it wasn't anything very bad. But suppose you go and find Mabel, and tell her; then you'll be quite happy again.'

'Will you come too?' asked Dolly, whose heart was now completely won.

So Mark and she went hand-in-hand to the little boudoir at the back of the house where they had had their first talk about fairies, and found Mabel in her favourite chair by the window; she looked round with a sudden increase of colour as she saw Mark.

'I mustn't stay,' he said, after shaking hands. I've brought a young lady who has a most tremendous secret to confess, which she's been making herself, and you too, unhappy about all this time. She has come to find out if it's really anything so very awful after all.'

And he left them together. It was hard to go away after seeing so little of Mabel, but it was a sacrifice she was capable of appreciating.

CHAPTER XX.

A DECLARATION-OF WAR.

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N the morning of the day which witnessed Dolly's happy deliverance from the terrors which had haunted her so long, Mabel had received a note from Harold Caffyn. He had something to say to her, he wrote, which could be delayed no longer-he could not be happy until he had spoken. If he were to call some time the next morning, would she see him-alone?

These words she read at first in their most obvious sense, for she had been expecting for some time that an interview of this kind was coming, and even felt a little sorry for Harold, of whom she was beginning to

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think more kindly. So she wrote a few carefully worded lines, in which she tried to prepare him as much as possible for the only answer she could give, but before her letter was sent Dolly had told her story of innocent guilt.

Mabel read his note again and tore up her reply with burning cheeks. She must have misunderstood him-it could not be that; he must have felt driven to repair by confession the harm he had done. And she wrote instead I shall be very willing to hear anything you may have to say,' and took the note herself to the pillar-box on the hill.

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Harold found her answer on returning late that night to his room, and saw nothing in it to justify any alarm. It's not precisely gushing,' he said to himself, but she couldn't very well say more just yet. I think I am pretty safe.' So the next morning he stepped from his hansom to the Langtons' door, leisurely and coolly enough. Perhaps his heart was beating a little faster, but

only with excitement and anticipation of victory, for after Mabel's note he could feel no serious doubts.

He was shown into the little boudoir looking out on the square, but she was not there to receive him-she even allowed him to wait for some minutes, which amused him. 'How like a woman!' he thought. She can't resist keeping me on the tenterhooks a little, even now.' There was a light step outside, she had come at last, and he started to his feet as the door opened. Mabel!' he cried —he had meant to add my darling' but something in her face warned him not to appear too sure of her yet.

She was standing at some distance from him, with one hand lightly resting on a little table; her face was paler than usual, she seemed rather to avoid looking at him, while she did not offer to take his outstretched hand. Still he was not precisely alarmed by all this. Whatever she felt, she was not the girl to throw herself at any fellow's head; she was proud and he must be humble-for the present.

'You had something to say to me-Harold?' With what a pretty shy hesitation she spoke his name now, he thought, with none of the sisterly frankness he had found so tantalising; and how delicious she was as she stood there in her fresh white morning dress. There was a delightful piquancy in this assumed coldness of hers-a woman's dainty device to delay and heighten the moment of surrender! He longed to sweep away all her pretty defences, to take her to his arms and make her own that she was his for ever. But somehow he felt a little afraid of her; he must proceed with caution. Yes,' he said, 'there is something I must say to you—you will give me a hearing, Mabel, won't you?'

'I told you I would hear you. I hope you will say something to make me think of you differently.'

He did not understand this exactly, but it did not sound precisely encouraging.

'I hoped you didn't think me a very bad sort of fellow,' he said. And then, as she made no answer, he plunged at once into his declaration. He was a cold lover on the stage, but practice had at least given him fluency, and now he was very much in earnest― he had never known till then all that she was to him; there was real passion in his voice, and a restrained power which might have moved her once.

But Mabel heard him to the end only because she felt unable to stop him without losing control over herself. She felt the

influence of his will, but it made her the more thankful that she had so powerful a safeguard against it.

He finished and she still made no response, and he began to feel decidedly awkward; but when at last she turned her face to him, although her eyes were bright, it was not with the passion he had hoped to read there.

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And it really was that, after all!' she said bitterly. Do you know, I expected something very different.'

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'I said what I feel. I might have said it better perhaps,' he retorted, but at least tell me what you expected me to say, and I will say that.'

"Yes, I will tell you. I expected an explanation.'

'An explanation!' he repeated blankly; of what?'

'Is there nothing you can remember which might call for some excuse if you found I had heard of it? I will give you every chance, Harold. Think—is there nothing?'

Caffyn had forgotten the stamp episode as soon as possible, as a disagreeable expedient to which he had been obliged to resort, and which had served its end, and so he honestly misunderstood this question.

Upon my soul, no,' he said earnestly. I don't pretend to have been any better than my neighbours, but since I began to think of you, I never cared about any other woman. If you've been told any silly gossip—'

Mabel laughed, but not merrily. Oh, it is not that—really it did not occur to me to be jealous at any time-especially now. Harold, Dolly has told me everything-about that letter,' she added, as he still looked doubtful.

He understood now at all events, and took a step back as if to avoid a blow. Everything! his brain seemed dulled for an instant by those words; he thought that he had said enough to prevent the child from breathing a syllable about that unlucky letter, and now Mabel knew everything'!

But he recovered his power of thought almost directly, feeling that this was no time to lose his head. to show some emotion,' he said lightly; quite too terrible. But I'm afraid I want

I suppose I'm expected it's evidently something an explanation this time.'

'I think not, but you shall have it. I know that you came in and found that poor child tearing off the stamp from some old envelope of mine, and had the wickedness to tell her she had been stealing. Do you deny it?'

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