Upon this, the Countess accepted Melville's arm, and had some thoughts of punishing the woman. They were seen parading the lawn. Mr. George Uplift chuckled singularly. 'Just the old style,' he remarked, but corrected the inadvertence with a 'hem!' committing himself more shamefully the instant after. 'I'll wager she has the old Dip. down on his knee before she cuts.' 'Bet can't be taken,' observed Sir John Loring. 'It requires a spy.' Harry, however, had heard the remark, and because he wished to speak to her, let us hope, and reproach her for certain things when she chose to be disengaged, he likewise sallied out, being forlorn as a youth whose sweet vanity is much hurt. The Duke had paired off with Mrs. Strike. The lawn was fair in sunlight where they walked. The air was rich with harvest smells, and the scent of autumnal roses. Caroline was by nature luxurious and soft. The thought of that drilled figure to which she was returning in bondage, may have thrown into bright relief the polished and gracious nobleman who walked by her side, shadowing forth the chances of a splendid freedom. Two lovely tears fell from her eyes. The Duke watched them quietly. 'Do you know, they make me jealous?' he said. Caroline answered him with a faint smile. 'Reassure me, my dear lady; you are not going with your brother this morning?' 'Your Grace, I have no choice!' 'May I speak to you as your warmest friend? From what I hear, it appears to be right that your brother should not stay. To the best of my ability I will provide for him: but I sincerely desire to disconnect you from those who are unworthy of you. Have you not promised to trust in me? Pray, let me be your guide.' Caroline replied to the heart of his words: 'I dare not.' 'What has changed you?' 'I am not changed, but awakened,' said Caroline. The Duke paced on in silence. 'Pardon me if I comprehend nothing of such a change,' he resumed. 'I asked you to sacrifice much; all that I could give in return I offered. Is it the world you fear?' 'What is the world to such as I am?' 'Can you consider it a duty to deliver yourself bound to that man again?' 'Heaven pardon me, my lord, I think of that too little!' The Duke's next question: 'Then what can it be?' stood in his eyes. 'Oh!' Caroline's touch quivered on his arm, 'Do not suppose me frivolous, ungrateful, or--or cowardly. For myself you have offered more happiness than I could have hoped for. To be allied to one so generous, I could bear anything. Yesterday you had my word: give it me back to-day!' Very curiously the Duke gazed on her, for there was evidence of internal torture across her forehead. 'I may at least beg to know the cause for this request?' She quelled some throbbing in her bosom. 'Yes.'