|Newspaper Title||Queanbeyan Age (NSW : 1867 - 1904)|
|Trove Title||Love's Conquest|
CHAPTER X. !The following morning young Mrs. Hilton came down to her obeerful lookinghreakfaat. roomj :intol which the sun '`wa's '$shining brilliantly' after the rain. A' little heap of lettersa lair on the ta'le, but only ore'o' was for Mrs. Hltlon'; the rest were for her husband, whoi 'dame into the room a m?nent later, and began:to open his letters and read'them in silence. He was interrupted by an abrupt exclamation from his wife. - ' Oh. dear Just fncy I That nice Cap tain Esmonde, Sir Patrick's sop, whom he liked sb-much, you remembhe---ucha charm ing fellow, so handsome, and' with suench perfect manners, so engaging and irresistible, and not a bit spoilt ! Surely you remember him,, BertiA 2' ? '"0",, y.-s,'I remember him well enough ! ' rpplio I Mr. Hilton, a little impatient of ~ uch a lengthy eulogy. .' WVh'ar. of: lltu Io hu dead, or married, or what ?' S'Oh, he's not married yet, hub it seems likely that he soon will be ? And I fear he has' made a most unfortunate choice. lie has been staying witlh the Thtogmor:ons, and Maude writes me word that he has engaged him'iself. to a girl whom he inet at a dance at their house-such a girl I Just listen !' - and; discreetly suppressing the beginning and ending; Mrs. Hilton read aloud the substance of 3Maude's letter. .!! Do you know, I really think it would be right to give Sir Patrick a hint of what is .,ing on,' she said, looking up when she had finished. ''Perhaps* if he were warned in time, he might he able to prevent it from going any further.' ':If you take 'my advice, Annie,' replied her husband, with unexpected decisiveness, 'you will have nothing to do with it. Cap tain Eamonde is quite old enough to manage his own affairs, and, if you interfered, you might do him an incalculable misehinf. That is an ill-natured letter, and it strikes me that Miss Throgmorton is scarcely a competent judge of the maorits of a young lady whom she mºy possibly regard as a rival.' - ' Oh, how horrid you men are,' exclaimed the young wife indignantly-' always jump ing to the conclusion that every girl you meet or hear of must he in love with one or other of you, and attributing all sorts of abtominable motivea to the simplest actions. Poor Maude. The idea of her looking upon this Lady Adela as a rival. I assure you that such an idea would never enter her head.' "Perhaps not,' observed Mir Hilton, I tughing. 'I don't know your friend, my dear, and I don't wish to say anything again-t her, but evidently she is a petson of strong prejudices. And there may be another side to the affair; ,There'are always two sides to every-dibptue, and one should never snake up one's mind until 'one has. heard: btoth. My experience.as a magistrate has taught me that.' . - TO BE ?ONTINUED].