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”Why should I pro,--because, doubtless, Harry is ho to be a week-end House Party at our place Harry's engagee with Lady Rosemary Granton is to be announced; and Lady Rosemary will be there

”It would only mean trouble for you, Jih”

”What do I care for trouble?” he cried defiantly ”What trouble can make me more unhappy than I now ay's sake,” I interposed

”Jim,--let me see Harry first Do what you like afterwards Proer

”God!--it will be a hard promise to keep if ever I come across hie, as I hate hi up Harry's letter to Peggy

”No! Give it to reater use for it, Jim Won't you let ht, all right,” he answered, spreading his hands over his leather apron

I left hi hoofs, and wended otten entirely, in the great sorrow that had fallen, to tell Ji on him that day

CHAPTER IV

Viscount Harry, Captain of the Guards

On nearing ho Dandy,” Harry's favourite horse, standing at the front entrance in charge of a grooroorin ”Is Captain Harry ho for a canter, sir, for the good of 'is 'ealth”

I went inside

”Hi! Williaure of our portly and aristocratic butler ”Where's Harry?”

”Captain Harry, sir, is in the arht, Willia in and see him”

I went down the corridor, to the most ancient part of Hazelmere House; the old arestion of spooks and goblins I pushed in to that soriies and all-night card parties had been held within its portals, I dared not endeavour to surmise As to how many plots had been hatched behind its studded doors, how many affairs of honour had been settled for all tire record; but those we knew of had been bloody and not a few

Figures, in suits of ared swords, shi+elds of brass and cowhide, blunderbusses and breech-loading pistols hung fro pieces were ranged in orderly fashi+on along the far side

The light was none too good in there, and I failed, at first, to discover the object of my quest

”How do, far, sarcastic voice which I kneell

I turned suddenly, and,--there he was, seated on a brass-studded oak chest al with a seventeenth century rapier Through his narrow-slitted eyes, he was exaust: tall, thin, perfectly groomed, handsome, cynical, devil-reater than I could properly control Poor little Peggy Darrol was uppere,--you look like a tramp Why don't you spruce up a bit?