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THE MAZE-UP. Bt IEarM Wrav. CHAPTER L "How tiresome I How particularly pro voking " aori Lady Erskine, looking up in paplsttyFfrom the note An has been read S tevr are we to do I" " What is the matter '" asked her daugh. ta Olie anxiously. "Surely not a disp. polintment for to-night ?" "It is," answers her mother croosly. U Mrs Chlebster sprained her ankle bicycling this morning and so writes to say she is unable to come. It 1s so inconsiderate at the last moment I Women of her age should not attempt to bicycle. It serves her right" "But it upsets the whole table," cries Olly. " We must get someone else at ones. It ruien a dinner-party to have one lady shark." ,"Who could we ask at the eleventh hour? it would be conlsdered an Insult. Besides, It s four o'cleck-there is no time." " Buly thre Is some girl we could get," says O'ie, wrinkling her brows in thought; "someone not far off. Why "-maddenly "didnet Lady Winton bring a niece to call the other day ! Now, mother you might easilyad a note in next doer and ask her to b the girl with her. She weold do very nliely, Indeed." "I frget what she was like," answers her mother, hsitating. "Oh, very young and shy; but that does not matter. She will fill up the blank. Do write at onoe." Inwardly, Olive is thinking that being "young and shy" will be rather an advan tags than otherwise, for she has rapidly re. arranged the table in her mind and seated the "make-up" on the other side of Sir Charles Vey-the man she Intends to be taken in by herself-the man, indeed, for whom the whole dinner-party has been ar ranged. For Olive hopes much from to. night, and thinks that by placing a girl with nothing to say for herself on Sir Charles' other side that she will be able to gain his undivided attentlIn. Both mother and daughter give a sigh of relld: when Lady Winton writes to say that her nise, Miss Lattrell, is very pleued to There L a buzz of voloes Interoepted new and then by light ripples of .laughter, the delicate scent of llies of the valley fills the room, end rosy lamplight shines down an the dinner table, sending a glow on the faces of the uests. Sir Charles Vesey has finished his soup and now spares a moment to look around, He l tired of the view on his right. He knew before he come that he would take l0ve Erlkine down to dinner, and so turns to the Mleft with that slow, weary movement of hisas I he finds it too much trouble to live. Ho aenounter? two grey eye. studying him minutely, eyes which leek up at him from the sweetest and most bewilderingly pretty face he has ever seen. "Well, what de you think of me!" he asks, lightly amused at her corutiny. Nancy Lt turn her eyes away, and a faint luash teals Into her cheeks,. "Yo look as, so nhappy," she answers, hesitating, as If at a loss for an applicable wod Sir Charles rarely mlles, but a gleam of amus ment flckes in his eycr, "I cannot say the same of you," he amwera. "You are happiness personified. I wonder"-meditatively--"hew long it will last and how soon you will learn to be berad." "Hewever bored I was," she says gravely, "I d not think I would sho It. lI wold be too ukinLd to one's hestes." The amusement deepens in Vesey's eyes that a child like this should attempt to re buke him ! '"And yet I would not mind prephesylng that two years hence you will be as tired of life and the sternal treadmill of Soolety as I am myself. And not only will you feel so," he delares, "but you will show It." She shakes her charming head incredu " y are you so tired of it tll " she asks. "To me it is beautiful, a more plea are last to live." " Beoames t is so hollow," he answers Ivhaeatly. "So absolutely false-there Is nthi true s the whole of humanity. Each separate Individual is for sale none a for anything but gold, gold, gold. If Slces eame' money all one's friends go too," Sir Charles s talking with unusual anliation, he has almost forgotten whom he bae for audience. S I', lyou are wrong," noswer Nancy q kl; "quite wrong. You're only cal becanse you speak as a spectator. i yeu were to step on to the stage and join In the tragedis of life you would find what Sgreat dse of good there is in almost everyone. I think trouble brings out the worth of people rather than otherwise." Sir Charles ia looking at her in astonish meat, and he sees what at first he had not eburvd--the small, firm mouth, and the depth of character in her fase. "You haveaoted in a tragedy l" he asked 'e%," and her lips quiver as the remem baonce of her father omes to her-a father who took hle own lli rather than face the Charles m lent for a moment wateh lg he sweet prefile. But he knows if too long pase ensues that Olive Erskine will put in har wd and he will have to tair sal talk to her. "De you read much?" he asks Nancy qulokly, Smuh as possible, but as I live In the asntry I do not see many of the new books. I always read Veney's novels when I an ; do yu know them 7" Acadeos expremion flashes in Sir Charles' eyes, bathe rearns the grl'n gaze steadily. " Y?s, I have read them-what do yon think tof Veey's works r" "Obh," ries Nanoy, "I like themIn a w .-tey Mr beautifuloly writte--but Le might do m w h better," A drght, very light, frown appears on Sir or? ead. "Do you know," he •yis "thet the majority of people consider V e th reatest novellet of the day? ia havevon to say againt him T' "It is anly the cynlicsm which peivade hst lho -- i u ea u h adayc" thzowing oghlugleok at hf ; "he does not bellve there ia say geod in human nature. And ~y "-t-oghtf?lli-"I do not believe it Is quite di with him somehow. Have 'Yes"--g·Uletly-"that in one of his earlier M es. What I wrong with that r" Nem suld ay that Sir Charles looks bored arew-he is waiSlag almost Impatlently for her mawer. "Ntla," dres Nlsnoy enthuslastiocall. "It is my book-I have read It again mal ols, ad know it nearly by heart. As Se .ty, Is one of his first, written Ibably before he mL ed with the world be nhis sat u p siosly at him -"that Vey to be above sumb ca hig ecess Lor to stand alene and wlls ba poase-why shotld he stopto Ieee to the eilo toler' " I o not now" answers SIr Charl?e? with a leek tInh es M b does not under aadM u esa hebedl not bva yoe to seas h how to wrlte.

"You are laughing at se," cries Nancy, with n dlgnat lask .o hr gray aye. I " I was sever frther from labig in my llfe," he answers quletly, and thin ha pr. force to turn to Mh Ehkinae 'to join in a disoussion which weaies him beyond en duranoe. "I ongratulate you. Mis- Luttrall. for bring able to make Sir Charl telk moomuch. As a rule he eschews all dlthiesle and bread.nd.butter mmles, and will only apoad to a woman of the world." The ladles have reached the drawing room. Mi rialkila site down by Nancy as seh peak. Olire in n Inrritable mood. The dinner pay has ban y ne means a suooes. Inj ad of alafmingthe bowhcoeof irhalme' attention a she had hoped, he had taken a great deal tee much notice of the little makeaup." and when he turnedto her was I very silent and disafmif. She Is beginning to wish that no ubltitute had been found for Mrs Chlkheeter. " Knowing his tastee was It not rather inconsiderate putting him near a bread.and btter mis" asks Nany demurely. MIe Erkine look confused. "I dld not mean to Insinuate that you were est," she begins Inooherently. "Indeedl, I am qltesureyo I are not, and as I tell you Sir Charlesm VYey "Sir Charles VYesy-Vaesy-did you say )" breaks in Nanoy, with a feeling of herror st?alng over bher. "Yes, SirCharlea Veeey," anewas Olive, rpred. " Surely you have hard of him!" "Is he the novelist I" arks Nany, "Of ourse-1di you not know " says Min Erskine, rsing her eyebrows some what contemptuaenly Bat there is the sound of men's voices down below, and Mics Emkine deter. mined not to be healked this time. She I must be careful to keep Mis Lutrttell ontof Sir Charles' way, me she aksNancy to oem across the room as ,e to Introduae her to a Mrs Ogilvie-?n old lady who loves the sonad of her own veace, who, when onse started on a theme, talks onnlntermttantly I for hours together, Mrs Ogilvie is delighted to have an audience, and soon launches forth into in. veotives agsinst the New Woman, hioycle i. her pat bkf noir, and the mere hint of a rational ostoume makes her shriek. The sea come in, and Sir Charles' eye wander round the room in searh of a fair + head and white satin gown He makes his way directly to the corner where Nancy and the old lady are siting. But there is no pause in the conversation the New Women i still to the fre Only r a slight fllcker of the eyelids betrays the a fact that Nancy is cooeolous of his presamo but he knows by the baurnug lash which s mounts to her cheeks that she is no longer Ignorant of hiM identity. He takes a seat beside her, though her back is turned to him, and hopes to attract I her attention as soon as there i a suspenlon of the al lady's eloquene. 1 Fortunately for his dealres,.Lwd rskine has caught snatches of Mrs Ogillle's oneI sided conversation and joia fn, vigorously i upholding the bloycle craze, or Nanoy would c never have been released. Sir Charles seizes his opportunity at once. "Miss Luttrell," he says, Nancy turns round-an indignant, re proeshful face covered with pretty con fusion. "You might have told me," she criesa; " t was not fair ; it was horrid of you to et me go on talking about year books with out knowing who you were I' " On the contrary, if I had told you I should never have had your true opinion. I learnt a great deal from yeou ; It would have been very foolieh of me to have enlightened you." Nancy covered her bahoing face with her hands. ' Oh," she exolaims, "what did I may The whole time that old lady hae been talking I have been trying to go over our conversation again word for word, I have not the leant ides what she was dis. "So I saw," he answer slowly, looking down at her with qloal ye. "I think Itf I were inattentive I would not show it- 1 it is a little unkind to the-narrater." Nan?y laughs a netoral, rippling laugh, and her own spirit retur?s to her. " Row malio.bearlng ye? are," she cries, "to nurse resentment ever anoe dinner and I then to resort like that. After sl," she adds, glancing shyly at him, "I didn't may anything so very bad. I almost wish" audoliously-"that I had. You ought to have been punished for deceiving me so." She rimes from her seat as she speaks, for her aunt, Lady Wnton, I eaying good- I bye. He takes her small hand in his and miles I back at her, "As it was," e answers in a low voie, "I wa only rewarded, for what-l ever you may think now or In the fature, I nothing can dstro the fact that yon said that your ideal boek was written by me." CHAPTEB II. It is nearly a week later, sad Nanoy has just run up the stepe of Lady Winto'es hous, preparatry to ltag hersef in. "Good aftemo, Mim LuttralL" The girl turns round at the sund of her name and finds herself confronted by Sir Charles Vesy. "Are you going eout" he aks, his eyes lingering restfurolly on Nancy's mmall fIo, loeoking even maller under her large hat; truly there could be no more refreshing ight en this hot, sultry day than Nancy Luttroll n her cool white maelln gown "No, I am only just coming in. And you?' I ocame out with the laudable intention of ealling on the Erakinaenaxt door. "You" thoughtfnliy-"ought to owe a call there too." Nancy laughs. "I have just paid It," she eaye, "and now have come home to have a macnd te." " You make me envionue. One simply Ionga forts on a.day llke thls." He looks up at her midling, with entreaty in his "Oh, the Enrkina are at hone-It is their ' day.' You will get ema t(ethere," she rays cruelly, wilfilly misanderstanding him. "I weuld rather have some with you"'- boldly-" won't you aik mel" next doer." "Oh, I can go there anotha timea. I wouldprefer"-with emphhamle-" to ohoue Sday when the Eraklaa are t in." Nno lwe at bhim ptovmngy. "I am afrai m little homily dlid yaou me gpood the other avng," he ej, arsely. "It did," hepretests. "Fcr the firat time for ten yeamr I .aexitd three heors without being bored. Oly you as" aerlecely-" no em a be teght anything withenly one leo. There houd be whole course givno mgularly, nevar ls than twis a week. It il quite true," he add, othing th? haughiter in he er.yes "I Ikad fdllonhok into my old ways again and wm fecling horribly ynical ntlI w you thiL afternoon. Will you nadartake my ednootia t" Nancy shakes her heabud; a Ilttle clou h?a stlkn lnte her ohbeeks athbl tone. "I couldn't take the rpenabimlity," the " Do you mean that you won't even ak me in to te teday ho have m pr elstantly hinted for n invtatlma 1" She looks down at him with her winoma a. She is endlg two mp higher th.nhe. "Doyou rnellywamt tocomef" "Very musc An o N?acyu tm and leads the way ont of the pa?rh, whe the sun is beadtingdown with a were whlte glare, into thd ool green drawing-room here her aunt is dsttnlg hring hr tea. Having once obtained the efr e to Lady Winton'a house, Sir Charles made the most of his advaontage. He tak Nancy and her aunt to theat to Hur ghm, to n. down-lnade to many pl wlohi Luttrell would never hare msan but for him. And o a m~th spam. Naoy and Sir OhUarle a altting logo era tna onmerveatry. TheL have bm ad n had h ve ome r to toy ad get cool, for the nlght b vary mll sal t and neither m wr eager for enatim In i ml the inspring ma=a. "I have ome gae fIor the voy to. ,ih nte Yo havo't ma the red DLe a~a/ VSO" sNr, dtnIwlatdly.. ir CharWIme; "have uadmn to( e w ightL r b ha, wa?wn eatld

"No, I am going to have a aw o. Perlen" yo u w Od nlv e gm n w i t t; have offered to tko me on the r rloatly Musi Hall " , Sir Charl looks round Inoradelously. "You are jek a you do net mean to say that ys uare m i a r l?' ,Nanynd her ead. " Ye,"sh say, , "Beause It Is not a fit place for you. Who on earth s it who hen mggeeted sch "It an artist sadhis slater, and they t are very nice, sd great friend of ml b," answers Nanoy, effended at his toneo. a "They asnnot be good fderd for yeu If they take you to a plaoe like that," he may, onh seem to know all about it at any rate," she reterts. "How often have yeou been there?" " mThat different," he answers. "Men can go where girls oannot." " Then it I very ufar ad ought not to m be allowed. Baide., It is not true. Milly C Marten hba been there often before with her 1S brother." "It dosr not matter to me what Mise Barton does. She may go fifty time if she be likes a long as she doie not take you'" all " Well, at any rate she will have that tb pleasure to-morrow," says Nancy, obatina tely. hi Youmean you persist n going" C "Ye.." to "Bt rasurely year aunt will refoe to t allow y I" "y aut allows me to do as I llke," with defant little toe of her head. "The It s very bad for you, and I shall h speak to Lady Wnton about it to-morrow. She surely cannot understand what ert of ao place the Pincadilly Mnalo Hall I I" m "Yen are going to speak to my at and in pernuade her not to let me go ?' Nanoy's a grey eye blazed withindignation. t. "I am," flrmly " Will you kindly leavemy afdr alone," she Omra hsaghtily, now having thorsghly am lost her temper, for she is nedto reigning th supreme and to having her whee antlcip d ted, and therefore cannot broek oppositio, It "? e; becuse you do not understand t what is for your good." p Nancy leanforward In her chair.: "If you say word to my sun I wll never for. b give yon." " Then I am afraid I maot b under the of ban of your displeasure for the remaind of 'b my life. I certainly mean so warn Lady Winton." Sir Charlee is getting angry too in at her continued obsetinoy. ButNancy t aso furlou he soaroely knows. of what she sayng. "I do not know what' right you have to cntrel my astlen," she cries, her voioe trembling with indlgnatlon. " I shall go even If my aunt refue bher coa.' sent." " I do not pretend to have any right "- r Sir Charles' face I pale and he ha risen I from his seat-" and I apologise for thrut, a ing my advice upon you; you need not be bi afraid of my mentioning anything to Lady w Winton now." t His voice in cold and seem to freeze up Nancly' anger. There Is a ?lghtened look P in her eyes, but she will not give way or CI own she is in the wrong. w "It is not your place to Interfere," she to repeats reseatfully, but her tone i. weaker than before. B' "D. not be afrald, I shall not offend in at each a way agin. I hope'-distiaotly and g alowly-" that you will have an enjoyable a evening to-morrow at the Plooadilly Musi hi Hall," and with a distant inlntlo of his head Sir Charles leave her-he is too angry at even to remember to take her back to her n aunt. / w And Nanoy iats and staes after him in blankly, a dull, heavy weight seeming to sink down on her heart. "Aunt Kate, do yeou think it would be S8 podble to get ant for the rand Duke to-. night " T Lady Winton looks upsurprised as Nancy e speaks. "My dear," se says, " I thought es you were going out with your friends the Ir Bartonel?' Io! "Oh, I have changed my mind," says w Nanoy, walking in a reatle way up and It down the rosm. " I have written to put tt them off. I am tired of Mily Barton and C her Bohemian friends saod oh, Aunt Kate, a I do wat to go to the avoy so very muooh a to-night." p "My dear child, It is Imposrlble to get s serats; they have all been booked months ar before." "Perhaps nme may have been set back T at the last moment," wistfully. " Oh, d* B aend round to Mitobell's, dewr Aunt Kate I hi I want to go so moob, that if I can get the in no other way, I- hall fight my way to I throungh the pit." Lady Win smile, but seeing her niece's eaguerae she sends round without a delay, rather than disappoint her, and Is Sdelighted half-an.hou?later at befog able to h tell Nanoy that the has secured box for w tonight. b The Savoy is crowded. Lady Winton mad a Nancy ar A lttle lat, and the rand Duke hasbegun, Nanoytake rapid survmy oef the audeno and thn site down facing the "It is delightful," aries Lady Winton, as ~, the orttn falls after the first et and she i pub uep hrgl?e to look round the house. a "Dlightful I Why, Nancy, there i Sir a Charle? lVey in the stall. I wonder whom he i with 1 " Nancy does not answer, but keeps her eye carefully averted. Of corse, she has seen Sir Churla long ago, and is beRinn g ardently to wish she had never come her. How amused he wil be to that she he deseended from her high home and givenup ' the mush-ball-all for him and-perhaps ha does not ore a bit ! Ot of the crnr of her eyes she se him b raise his glasses at their box, see him pat them down and then look up againls if soarcely believing the evidence of his own r ey. "SirCharkl is morfig-"Iexpecthe h I oouri., up here," remarks L?y Wlteeto, ad Nanon's heeat bests forioumy ,q her satin botke. .A fw minntes of supenee, uad then e I ads orpand he omes an. "Good.vening I" he my., ad there l a Sgla l raing his vooe, "I had no iduea I, sheiuld m you here to'lght; I thought you g HeIlk trtively at Nancy, but after a Sbrid greeting she ha tas rned he faoe away sod aseems absorbd nla watochlng the audienuo. s oome entertinmet with her frIend, Mia Burton, bat she hanged he mind saddenly k Sthis morning, an othln wouldontenther Sbut to cme to theSavoy." Si Charles doedws by the lde of LuSy t "And what was the moan of her snuido t Slaprir'" he ak. Nanofs face isn bent so i lowmh e cannot me ItL "Oh, she is uch a fokle little girl, hobe I m ay he is tired of Mllle Barton nd her r BohkemIan friends. Wasn't that the reise, "'1 wanted to m the Grand Due so mach," unwee the girl in a low vaoe, I without heralag he head. Sl"Ilsh yenhadlet me hnow," aySfr h SCharles, uietly; " I had n one to go SThe light coma back to Nanoy' eys, hut .sIl she does net look round. The semod aot ha. began and Lady Win ton devote all her attention to the stge. Sir Charlbe brIngs chair a Hittlo lemr to - i N th the snlyroesec why you n p toe muaa.hll d came here," ho p? "becou yeo wen re a.lred oflei a Brts d we raueasl to se he ra4d I Duke 9' Nancyl l move her had reetesly, but a lory colour has leapt into her shoks i "Do yoe know," he cetiued, " that I rfelt cynical last might than I oer have SsemIn a mylfo before ? Ibeganto think Sthat I had been deolvedad thast you wm, altr il, a delsalm like every other beest IthIg. And the--ob.oh ild! Tao wll n move kowr what Iweto mto em you her. LNany," mL kl htead is oleo to hers, d · "What qu~eatl" I W re t ethe rmeaonm why you m " 'Well Namt, I camot se your foa, I lwat yo to lk at s, amd I am lging to aow whyys did ot gowithM e Bsar tea ' he tre now and olg. at h1 with Sf lvelshy eem "Oh,"" aowspdth you I oot ft w. heooensere skd mo-moth _ And Lidy W nts., wih he r attetIom - ee-'s emloisg, UIIohmowsoclthore I

whiob b ?a stole roun bhr aloed' slim wali, mor dc the lel lWlet kls that Is pressed onher Upe. " reve . herdeif h. ge at th . em s, , .°tali about,,r od. Ole ekia, bmrnstih , to roeem whee her mother I itibg " Si r Charlis Vesy and that little Lut rll irl' t"-oh tat the Bo?r Impiatmtly with her foot. "They wald never have met had It not ben for that on fortunats dimner-part,"' she roes oa, Irrl. tably. Another timn we will have twenty blhask rather than endure sach another Smake-up' as Nancy Lattnall t