On Sunday afternoon Douglas walked, facing a glorious sunset, along Uxbridge Road to Holland Park, where he found Mrs. Conolly, Miss McQuinch, and Marmaduke. A little girl was playing in the garden. They were all so unconstrained, and so like their old selves, that Douglas at once felt that Conolly was absent. “I am to make Ned’s excuses,” said Marian. “He has some pressing family affairs to arrange.” She seemed about to explain further; but Marmaduke looked so uneasily at her that she stopped. Then, resuming gaily, she added, “I told Ned that he need not stand on ceremony with you. Fancy my saying that of you, the most punctilious of men!” “Quite right. I am glad that Mr. Conolly has not suffered me to interfere with his movements,” he replied, with a smile, which he suppressed as he turned and greeted Miss McQuinch with his usual cold composure. But to Marmaduke, who seemed much cast down, he gave an encouraging squeeze of the hand. Not that he was moved by the misfortunes of Marmaduke; but he was thawed by the beauty of Marian. “We shall have a pleasant evening,” continued Marian. “Let us fancy ourselves back at Westbourne Terrace again. Reminiscences make one feel so deliciously aged and sad. Let us think that it is one of our old Sunday afternoons. Sholto had better go upstairs and shave, to heighten the illusion.” “Not for me, since I cannot see myself, particularly if I have to call you Mrs. Conolly. If I may call you Marian, as I used to do, I think that our conversation will contain fewer reminders of the lapse of time.” “Of course,” said Marian, disregarding an anxious glance from Elinor. “What else should you call me? We were talking about Nelly’s fame when you came in. The colonial edition of her book has just appeared. Behold the advertisement!” There was a newspaper open on the table; and Marian pointed to one of its columns as she spoke. Douglas took it up and read the following: Now Ready, a New and Cheaper Edition, crown 8vo, 5s. THE WATERS OF MARAH, BY ELINOR MCQUINCH. “Superior to many of the numerous tales which find a ready sale at the railway bookstall.” _Athenaeum_. “There is nothing to fatigue, and something to gratify, the idle reader.” _Examiner_. “There is a ring of solid metal in ‘The Waters of Marah.’” _Daily Telegraph_. “Miss McQuinch has fairly established her claim to be considered the greatest novelist of the age.” _Middlingtown Mercury._ “Replete with thrilling and dramatic incident….. Instinct with passion and pathos.” _Ladies’ Gazette_. TABUTEAU & SON, COVENT GARDEN. “That is very flattering,” said Douglas, as he replaced the paper on the table.