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“Ah, I thought so, from the careless way in which you were going to slip it into your pocket when we caught you in the conserva- tory. Why, my dear child, I have a set that I value very muchâ€"no finer than yours, thoughâ€"diamonds and cat's-eyesâ€"and I sleep with them under my pillow, and even my maid doesn’t know Where they are.” I showed my astonishment. “Believe me, when you travel about on a series of visits, as I am doing now, and are obliged to entrust your dressing-case to a careless maid, it is no unnecessary precau- ticn. And I played the rest of the waltzes, and thought how much nicer it was to play {or these people than for those 1 had met at Mrs. Manuers’ tea-party. Then the gentle- man they called Tom, whose name I had now found out to be Mr. Ci) ruthers, lul me away from the piano, saying that I was not to be made a. victim all the evening for other people’s amusement ; and, telling a gentleâ€" man who was talking to me that. he and I were going to have a serious conversation and W( re not to be diaturbed, he took me to a deep window where there were seats. and gave me one. while he threw himselfintoan- other beside me. “How beautifully you play 1” said he, leaning over my chair and looking at me. "I never knew such a pretty girl as you take the trouble to learn anything properly before.” “W113? ghoulda’t pretty peep-1e learn things as Wall as ugly people, Mr. Car- ruthcrs ?" She sho‘ok her head at me, with a, laugh, and said drylyâ€" “I should with such paste as yours.” And then the gentlemen came in, One of qhem had brought from town that day a parcel or new Waltzes, but the ladies all de- clined to play them until they had tried them over privately: and the gentlemen seemed so much disappointed that, having turned over the pages and seen that they were perfectly easy, I timidly ofi'ered 03er- ed my services. They were really pretty, and, after the difficult music I had bad to read with Mr. Ravner, they WU‘S like child’s play to me. When I had got to the end of the first, I receix ed an ovaticn. The owner of the music was in ecstasies, and those who had begun to dance stopped and jJined the rest in a chorus of admiration that made me quite ashamed of myself. “Didn’t you know that 1 am a govsrness?” said I to the gentlemen, laughing and blush- ug. ' A- I - r 1,, f “a'v'Yes ; but we thought you were only it 1' show," said Man. Clowes. _ _ CHAPTER XVI.â€"(CONTINUED.) After dinner, when I was in the drawing- room with the ladies, some of them drew me on a sofa. and pulled me about and pet- ted me just as if I had been a child, and asked me a. number of questions about my life at the Aldera and “that handsome Mr. Raynfar._” 4...... “ And is it true that he is such a dread- fully wicked man, Miss Christie 2" said one. “Yes, it is; she is blushing," said an- other. But I was not blushing at all ; there was nothing to blush about. I said, laughing~ “No, he is not wicked. The village peo- ple think he is, because he plays the violin and goes to races. He is very kind.” . uvv. n-uu ..- ..., _. ,- “And Mrs. Rayner-'43 she kind and good too ‘1” "TVBut I shouldn’t take so much trouble wig!) m_y pqage pgudapt,’_’ said 1.. , I,,,u 1 Karl been so much spoilt that day by flattgly that_ I o_n‘1y__a.nswexed calmlyâ€" ‘ 'l‘om,’ let the nfattt r rem'ain in abéyance for the present. Now, to continue from the point where I lost my temper, ugly people have to be acccmpliabed and good and all sorts of things, to get a. little of the atten- tion that a. pretty person can get without any trouble at all." I.- ..l . "You think I like h be is kind to me," said shouldn't like him if he ever kind he might be." """'"“"J ' - â€" - â€" r W" r u v “Oh, I have no more!” I answered, a little surprised at her manner. “And I keep this in an old case in the corner 01 my desk,” V‘i‘DrcrnV't call me ‘ Mr. Carruthers’; no- body calls me 'Mr. Can'uthn's ;â€"-at least, nobody meet If you don't ygt feel equal to ...u 5“. .v _ . W, , "Oh. we don't doubt that, my dear!" said Mrs. Clowes, in a demure tone. “You think I like him only just because he is kind to me," said 1 boldly. "But I shouldn't like him if he were wicked, how- "It is no busine‘ss of mine who gave you that pendant, my dear; but have you any more ornaments of the kmd, and, if so, where do ygu keep them 1" she said gravely. ~vv . "0b, yes, she is just as kind l" said I. This was not quite true ; but I knew sl< ready enough of these people to be sure they would laugh if 1 said “No;" and it was not poor Mrs. Rayner’s fault that she was not as nice as her husband. Presently Mrs. Cunningham took me to the other end of the room to look at a portrait of Lady Mills. “Heaven forbid l" muttered he, as if to himself. “They know how to chafiâ€"that’s all. Did you ever meet any of them be- fore to-day ?” "N ever before today.” “I wonder if you know any of the people I know? Do you know the Temples of Crawlev Hall ‘3" “No.” “Have you ever been farther wet than thisâ€"Stafllrdsbireâ€"Derbyshire ?" ' No, never.” He was looking on the ground ; he raised and fixed his eyes suddenly on my face as he saidâ€" "Do you know the Dalstona 2” “No-o," said I, rather hesitatingly. “Not Lard Dalston, with his different crazes‘! You speak as if you were not sure.” “I am sure I don’t know him," said I. “But I was trying to remember what I have heard about him, for I seem to know the name quite well." “Ah, but it is different it yOu have to earn your own living! If you are a. governess, for instance, people don’t; care about what you look like! but about what you know." ' Vl-ler stroked his moustacheâ€"meditatively, looked at me, and saidâ€"5 W “011, no, indeed 'I don't! They are all a great, great deal cleverer than 1 am. I couldn’t talk aprtihqy dc.“ ' 7"UE course; I forgot that. I suppose you have to know a lot to teach. I am sure you know more than 91:): Woman inmthia roomz’.’ "in {he most gravely persistent manner Mr. Carruthers want on probing my mem- ory about Lord Dalston; but I could not IN GOLDEN BONBS. even remember “here I had heartl thy namg mentioned before. He had to give it up at last ; I believe however that he thought it was obstinacy that prevented my telling him. When, at last, long past the hour when the household at the Alders retired to rest, We dispersed to our rooms, I made a mis- take in my ccrridor, and found myself in one which led to the servant’s wing ; and I heard a. man’s voice that I knew saying per- suasivelyâ€" "Don't be‘in such a. hurry 1 She won’t be up in half an hour yet, nor my man either. I never get a. word with you now.” Suddenly it flashed upon me whose the voice was. It was the voice I had heard talking to Sarah in the plantation, the voice of Mr. Rayner’s mysterious friend. And the person he was talking to, and with whom he proceeded to exchange a. kiss, was Lady Mills’ maid! It Was a. slr'snge thing. but one about which i could no longer have a. donbt. The respmtful man-servant I had met before dinner in the corridor and the visit( 1‘ who was shown into the study at the I got up next morning directly I was call- ed, and was down stairs long before any- body elseâ€"but I ,was glad of that, for I wanted to explore the garden. It was a beautiful, warm, bright morning. and I re- joiced. for it would bring the people to ( leld- ham Church for the harvestrthanksgiving. I went over the lawn, and down the alleys. and round and round the flower-beds, and peeped into the greenvhouses, and tried to see through the steaming glass of the hot- houses, which were locked, when, suddenly, turning round one of them, I came face to face with Tom Parkes in his Sunday clothes, with a key in one hand and a basket of eggs in the other. He was evidently disconcert- ed, and lried by turning to the door of the hot-hot to avoid me. But I accosted him at once. “Tomâ€"Tom Parkes, don’t you know me â€"Miss Christie 2" I said. “Lor’, ye, miss, to be sure, so it is ! \Vho’d ’a.’ thought 0’ seeing you here 1'” said said he, touching his hat with nther awk- ward surprise. By this time time I thought I had bettu- 20 in and see it any of the other people had come down to h‘eakfast: and I was saun- tz ring along, when, as I got near the house, I heard two men’s voices. “Bella is getting jealous, Form.” A grunt in the other voice. “I say, ain’t it rough on the little one ?" Then I heard Lady M ills’s voice, and when I got to the door there were eight or tax people already assembled. But the two nearest the door, whom I had overheard, were a gentlemen named Cole and Mr. Cur» rathers. It was Mr. Curuthera who had granted. \Vho was "Bella. "2’ And who was "the little one ?" And what did “ reugh on " mean ? Alan: as a gentlemen, and who was? yet on familiar terms with Tom Parkes and Sarah, were one and the same person i I was very a3eepy and very much preoc- cupied with this curious disxovery when I got to my room ; but, before I went to bed, I put, as I thought,'my beautiful but unfor- tunate pendant safely inside my desk, re- solved not to wear it again. “Well, the truth is, miss, asking your par- don," said Tom sheepishly, “that I didn‘t want you to see me. You see, I’ve been took on here as extrv under-gardener and help, and the head-gardener he don’t like Londom 1'3, and I don’t want him to know as I’m a London chap. So, if you would he so good, miss, as not to mention as you’ve seen me befn‘s. I should take it kind.” “Vt ry well, Tom, I won’t betray you,” I replied, laughing. And he said, “Thank you, miss,” and touched his hat again, and went off with his eggs. I was very much amused by this en- couutu' and the important secret I had to keep. As if my mentioning that I had seen Tom at the Alders would necessarily entail the awful discovery that he yvas a Londoner! The bells of Denham Church, which was close, had begun to ring heft re breakfast was over, and Lady Mills wanted to know who was going. “l amEoing, for one,” said Mrs. Clowea, and she looked across at Mr. (‘Darrutherm who was helping himself to a. great deal of marmalade. “W'hy: you must have known me, Tom ! Yoq lpqged as if yep had_ seen} ghost ‘2” “Do try to make up a respectable num- ber,” said Lady Mills. "You can do just what you like, you know, as soon as it is over ; and people in the country think so much of It. We scandaliae the neighbor- hood quite enough, as it is. by not going to bed at. ten o'clock. and other Wicked prac- tices. And last week we were only three at church out of a. partv of Sevmteen." ‘ Are you goifig, Miss Curistie? Yes, of caurse you are. 1’“ go. if you will find all the_ plgcep for me,”raz§id Mr. Un'l‘uthera. Ahd when we got to churchâ€"we muster- ed eight altogetherâ€"he sat by me, and picked out from among the books the bigg- est church-service he could find, which he put in front of me when the collect was given out, whisperingâ€" “Find it for me, please.” At first 1 would not take any notice, for it was just like playing in church; but he began making such a. disturbance, rustling the leaves of his book, looking over those of his neighbors, and dropping with a. crash all those Within reach of the ledge heft re him, that I was obliged to find it for him, and all the other places too during the service, juat as if he had been s. little boy. But I was very angry all the time, and when we came out I would not speak to him. He came however and walked by my side, while I talked to somebody else, and at last he said meeklyâ€" "Have I ofi‘ended you 1’" "Yes," I said ; “I think you are very ir- reverent.” “I didn’t mean to be irreverent," he sald, in a. still meeker tone. “But; it is so dull to sit in church and not be able to follow the su‘vice, and it looks so bad to be fumbling in (ne'a book all the time and find the place only when the parson is a long away ahead. And you can alju aye find it In a minute." “You should go to church ottener, and then you could find the places as well as I,” rejoiged sevgre‘ly. “Yes, but I always have such a. lot to do on Sunday mornings in town,” said he mourniullyâ€"“ pipes to smoke, andâ€"and other things. But I’ll try to go oftener ,- I dare say it will do me good." CHAPTER XVII. “I don’t believe going to church does peo- ple like you any good at all,” remarked I graively.” .-. r. .. . . .1 u 0 And. Mr. Carruthers burst out laughino, and said it was very wrong of me to discour~ age him just when he wanted to try to be 8094-. ' ... .- 1-,, a At luncheOn I sat between him and clever Mrs Clowes, who described the sermon ina. way that made everybody laugh, and said a lot of amusing, and sometimes unkind things, as she always did. Presentlv. in a rather low voice, she addressed Mr. UJYTUthCl‘J across me. “Shall I pass the ahtrry; or is it true that you have taken to milk and water? she askefl meaningly. _ "Quite (rue? said he. “And you can’t think how nice it isâ€"not half so insipid as you would expect, and a pleasant change after too many stimulants. Let me give you some grapes, Miss Christie." ' And Mr}. CloWes turned away her head, as if there had been something that hurt her in his anawet. Most of the people spent Smday after- noon just as if it had not been Sunday at all, except that nobody rode or drove. But some went on the river. and some played lawn-tamis, and some lounged about and read novels; and, othrra, of whom I was one, sac ufldll‘ the trees on the lawn and drank iced champagne, which is quite the nicest: thing I ever tasted. I heard the mysterious man-servant give an (rder to Tom Parkes, calling him; “Here, you gard- ener, what‘s your name?” as if he had never seen him before, 3111 walked up and down Mr. Ilaymr's garden, and gone into Mr. R1yne1"s stable with him cnly two nights before. What a silly fellow Tom was with his little mystery I I pointed out the other man to MLCarruthers, and asked if he knew whose servant he was. “He is mine, and the beat I ever had. I’ve had him six months now, and of late I've given up thinkmg altogether ; he does it for me so much better." I began to wonder whether this mysteri- ous man-sorvant was some poor relation of Mr. ltayner's, who hid taken to this way of earning his living, but was ashamed of it, and who came privately to see his richer connections, to spare them the talk of the neighbors about what people l.ke the Reades, for instance, would certainly consider a great digrace. So I said nothing more about him to Mr. Carruthem, who was sitting near me, smoking, and teasing me to read a. Sun- day newapaper, which 1 did not think right. So at last he began reading it aloud to me, and then I got up and ran away with Mr. Cole to the fruit-garden, where he gathered plums for me ; and we looked at the chick- ens, and watched the fish in the pond, and threw crumbs to them, which they would not take any notice of, until dinner-time. M1‘. Cole cut me some beautiful flowers to wear in the front of my frock, for I had 1‘:- solved not to wear my pendant again ; but my muslin gown did not look nearly so well without it, and I thought I would just take it out and see the effect of it at my throat close to the flowers, and then put it away again. But, when I unlocked my desk and opened the shabby cage in which Mr. Ray- nu had given it to me, the pendant was gone. Nothng else had beln disturbed; the sovu'eign my unde had given me lay un- touched in its little leatht 1' bag close by ; the notes I hid had from Laurence, tied up with pink ribbon, were just as I had left them. I searched my desk. my pockets, every corner of the room. though I knew it would be of no use. For I remembered quite well, sleepy as I had been the night before, that I had shut it up in the case carefully, turnmz it about for a, few mo- ments in my hand to watch it flashing in the candle-light. It hadbeen stolenâ€"by whom I could not guess. I sat down aftt 1- my fruitless search, trembling and too much frightened to cry. Fr 1- there is something alarming in a mys- terious loss like that, an uncomfortable sense of being at the mercy of some on known povver. apart from the certainty that one of the people about you is a thier. At first I thought I would go to Ltdy Mills and tell her privately all about. it ; but my cour- age failed me; for if my loss got known there would be an unpleasant scene for all the servants and a sense of discomfortin the entire household : besides, several of the servants in the house were those of the guests, and not under Lady Mills’ authority. 1!; was just as likely that my pendant had been taken by one of them ,- and everybody would be indignant at the idea. of his or her servant being suspected of the thelt. So I resolved to say nothing about it, but to hear my loss, which I felt more than I should have thought possible, in silence. After all, if I could never wear it without exciting more attention than I cared for, and sur- prising people by my possession of an ornaâ€" ment which they persisted in thinking ex« tremely valuable, it was better that it should have disappeared, I began to think it had already had an unwholescme effect upon me, by my secret Wish to wear it again. 'So 1 went down-stairs to dinner with a piece of plain black velvet round my throat, told Mrs. Cunningham, who asked why I did not wear my pendant, that I had come to the conclusion that; it was too handsome an ornament for a. girl in my position, and heard Mr. Curutbers say that the same re- mark woulq apply to my ey‘ea. A It was a fine hlght, not cold, though there was a slight breeze; and after dinner some of us went into the garden, and 1 among them, for I was afraid they would make me play the Waltzes again, although it was Sunday. One of the gentlemen did sayâ€" “Let us ask Miss Christie to play for us.” But the lady he spoke to replied, in a. rather offended toneâ€" “W'e need not always trouble Miss Chris- tie ; and I am sure she would rather not be disturbed. I just tried the Waltzes over this morning, and they are quitg easy." “Just tried 'em Over 1" mittered Mr. Cole, who was standing by me in the con- servatory. "She was hard at it hammering at the puma all churchtime." It Wis late in the evening when Mr. Car- ruthers, who had been in the billiard-room with some of the others, came out and saun- tered, with a cigar in his mouth, up to the grape-house, where I was standing with Sir Jonas, who had taken a. fa.ch to mo and in- aisted on cutting me some grapes straight from the vine. “Lady Mills wishes me to say that Miss Christie will get her death of cold if she comes out of the hot-house into the cold air with nothing round her shoulders,” said Mr. Carruthera, when we were at the door. be people spent (\‘mday after- } it had not been Sunday at all, nobody rode or drove. But In the river. and some played and some lounged about and and, othrra, of whom I was “Bless meâ€"so she shawl, Tom." “I have anticipafed the lady’s wants; I always do." said Mr. Carruthera; and he wrapped round my head and shoulders a. beautiful Indian shawl belonging to Lady Mills. “Take her in quickly, Tom. I should never torgive myself if she caught cold," said kind old Sir Jonas anxiously, standing at the door of the grape-house with his knife still in his band. I was not a. bit cold, and told him so; but he said, "Never mindâ€"won’t do to run risks.” and put his arm in mine, and made me run as fast a! I could until we were round the corner of a. wall, out of Sir Jonas' sight. V"Aud now,”5aid he, “we’ll run another way,Ӣ 7 [had he took me down along path between apple and pear trees until we got to a. side- gate that I had not seen before. “But it is so late. and I am dressed so quegtly.“ ' “Néver mind. You are not sleepy. are ygx} 'I”â€"â€"a.nd he looked» doym into my face. "No, your eyes are quite bright andâ€"wide awake, And nobody goes to bed here till they are sleepy, which is a. very good plan. As for your dress, I think it is very becom- inq‘very becomingâ€"quite Oriental. And as it is 300 late for anybody else to be about, and too dark for them to see you if they were. I am the only person you need can- sult.” So we went through the gate and by a. narrow foot-path over the grass down to the river. We stopped when we got there, by the bath-house, and Mr. Carmthera said it would be a. lovely night for a. sail. “Just down there to the broad," said he, “and along that path of moonlight, up to those trees and back again. Wouldn't It be jolly ?" “You are right. You see I respect your scruples, if I do not share them ; ” and he took out his watch. “It isjust a. quarter to twelve. By the time I have got the boat ready it will be Monday morning, and then there will be nothing against it.” He had one foot in the boat before I could do more yhan sayâ€" “Nor should I,” muttered Mr. Carruthers. "Now run, Miss Christie." ' “Yes, if it were not Sunday,” I said timjdly._ "But. Mr. Carruthers, it is so late. What would Lady Mills say ? "I‘ll make it all right with Lady Mills; and you are such a. good little girl that no- bogly will think anything of what you do." I did not understand Ellis speecH so well then as I did later ; but it gave me a. sense of uneasiness. which however mu but mo- mentary, for be talked and made me laugh until he had the boat ready, and we heard the _big church-bell strike out twelve. No inher objections occurred to me. He looked down at me, as if heaitating about somgphing, agd theniaidâ€" “NEW, unless that clock is fast, our con sciences are free. Give me your hand. She] cagefully. Thqre you agg." I was-in the boaf, smiling with pleasure, yet ready to cry out at every movement, for I had never been on the water before. "There isn’t much wind ; but I think there is enough to bring us back, no I’ll just scull down the stream to the brand. Take the linesâ€"soâ€"and pull whichever one I tell you.” I disengaged my hands from the shawl I was shrouded in, and, everwhelmed by a sense of my new responsibilities, did as I was told without a word. And]. as there was not much steering required, I fell to thinking of Laurence. I had hill to talk a great deal during the last two days ; but Whenevn‘ I was not talking my thoughts flew back at once to him, as they did now. "You are not thinking of me,” said Mr. Carmthers quietly. I started, blushed, and pulled my wrong line at ( nae. "Never mind," said he meeklyâ€"“only it’s ungrateful. He isn’t half so much absorbed in you as I am.” “Absorbed in me ! I was thinking of â€"NIrs. Manners." “Happy Mrs. Manners to be able to call up such a. smile of beautitude on the [Ace of a. beautiful girl 1” “Who did you think it was, Mr. Car- rathera ?" “If I tell you‘ you will upset me, or com- mand me to land you at once.” "No I won’t. And you wouldn’t pay any attention if I did.” "Let me come ani sit by you, and I’ll tell you. “Is can drift.” ‘ So he came and sat by my rected our courze by splashing sculls, first on one ends and other. as we went on talking. “\Vhy is it,” he asked suadenly. “that a. women never cares for the man who loves h( 1- best ?“ The question, which was quite new to me, startled me. “Doesn’t sheâ€"ever '2” I asked anxiously. “1â€"1 am afraid not,” said, in a. very low voice, bending his face to mine with a. sad look in his eyes that troubled me. “But how'ia she to tell ?" I asked tremu lonely, “I think she can tell best by the look in his eyes when they are bent on her,” he whispered, with a long steady gaze which disconcerted me. I turned away my head. “If,” he went on, still in the same voice quite soft close to my ear, “she raises her lips to his and then tries to read in his eyes the emotion he feels for herâ€"” “But I did,” said I quickly, turning him with my heart beating fast at the membmnce of Laurence’s rat kiss. Mr. Carruthers draw back, stroked his moustache, and looked at me in quite a dif- ferent manner. “You have not lived all your life in the country, Miss Christie, I think,” said he drily _ _ A'nd I saw in a. moment, by the change in his look and voice, what I had done. He had been making love to me, whils I was thinking of nothing but Laurence. I gut out my hand to his very gently, and sai â€" “Don’t be cfl‘ended with me. Mr. Cir- ruthers. I dare say all you say is true; but 1 am so tond of him that I cannot help thinking he does love me best.” I said this just to comfort him, for I could not really have doubted Laurence for the world. 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