It was now the last week in August. One morning, as the two young men wandered together in the forest, rifles on shoulder, Grafton said, carelessly : “ We’ve been here nearly throe mouths, Clcnham. How time flies! 11 ave yon thought of your engagements for September ? 'Yon remember that yon invited a dozen guests to spend the month at your box in the Scottish Highlands ?”

“ I remember, Grafton, although I had nearly forgotten it.” We must go homo at once,” said Grafton, “ if you would not insult your invited guests, and mortally offend the most magnificent and wealthiest woman In England. I mean Lady Trevor, of course. The charming widow is to spend September on her own Highland estate, adjoining your own, and her castle is to be /llled with guests. You’re a lueky fellow, Ghmliam. I fancy that Lady Trevor would not objet to changing her name to Lady Glcnham.” “ That Is your fancy, Grafton, nothing more,” replied the carl, reddening. u I admire Lady Trevor ; every one admires her; but, as you well know, t have never dreamed of love or marriage until now. Perhaps you are jealous?” ho added, smiling. “ I remember that you always admired Lady Trevor.” “But more particularly her colossal fortune. 1 am reputed to be very wealthy, but she has the veritable dross, Glenham, and if I hud the ghost of a chance with her I might—l might—”

Grafton did not finish his sentence. The leading characteristic of his nature was Ids avarice. For wealth and a bril liant marriage with one like Lady Trevor he felt, at that instant, that he might bo willing to relinquish love. He put the thought from him, however, as he recalled the imago of the gloriously beautiful girl he loved. “ I Biink,” said Lord Glcnham, “that 'i will go on to the village, and leave my rifle, and change my hunting-suit, and then visit the parsonage.” His look declared his purpose.
