would be easy to lose her on the Continent, or place her in a situation where her babbling, if she were inclined to babble, could do no harm. Mr. Pelham had visited her at noon in a spirit the reverse of that in which he left her. She had been most amiable and vivacious, and fell in joyfully with his plans, when he had expected her to be obstinate and ill-tempered, and inclined to thwart him. Then, he had intended to ask her for a cheque for five hundred pounds, and improving the opportunity, had obtained fifteen hundred. No wonder that he sang a little song to himself as he turned into Great Porter Square. Had a beggar solicited charity from him he might have obtained a small piece of silver, but it is the misfortune of human affairs that fitting opposites are rarely brought into fortunate conjunction, and the beggar not being forthcoming, Richard Manx's charitable spell had no opportunity of airing itself. He was within a few doors of his lodging-house when a woman, who had walked quickly after him, and was out of breath with the exertion, laid her hand on his arm, and wished him good evening. [Decoration] CHAPTER XL. MRS. HOLDFAST INSISTS UPON BECOMING AN ACTIVE PARTNER--(CONTINUED). Richard Manx, as a man of gallantry, was generally ready for any adventure with the fair sex which offered itself, but on the present occasion, despite his disposition to be amiable, he shrank within himself at being thus suddenly accosted. The intrusion of an unexpected voice--which at the moment he did not recognise--upon his thoughts awoke him to a sense of danger. He therefore walked on without replying, shaking the woman's hand from his arm; but was almost immediately brought to a standstill by the sound of the woman's steps hurrying after him. She wore a cloak, with a hood to it, which was thrown over her head; in her haste the hood fell back, and her fair face, no longer hidden, shone out from masses of light hair, in the disorder of which was a certain picturesqueness which heightened the effect of her beauty. As her hood fell back, Richard Manx turned and recognised her. It was Mrs. Holdfast, the widow of the murdered man. He uttered an exclamation of alarm, and with a frightened look around, pulled the hood over her head to hide her face. "You mad woman!" he exclaimed; "do you want to ruin us? What brings you here?" Then a sudden thought drove all the blood from his face. "Has anything happened?" he asked, in a whisper. She laughed at his agitation. "Nothing has happened," she replied, "except that I am worn out with sameness." "Then what in the devil's name brings you here?" he asked again. "For shame, Pelham," she said, lightly, "to be so rude to a lady! What brings me here? I have told you. I am worn out with sameness. Sitting down with nothing to do, without excitement, in a house as dull and quiet as a doll's cradle, doesn't suit me. I was not cut out for that sort of life!"