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by eacli man, and not another word was uttered 

 by either until they rode into the kennel-yard. 

 We need not tell our readers the why and the 

 wherefore of this sudden cessation of conversa- 

 tion : the mere mention of Virginia, the home 

 of Miss Lancelot, was enough to throw a cloud 

 over them both. 



' By the way,' said Acton, about two hours 

 later, when having tubbed and got into smoking- 

 suits, they were discussing tea and the papers 

 in the smoking-room, ' you shoot on Friday, 

 don't you ? ' 



' Yes ; I expect Turner will be here dir6^ctly 

 to see me about it.' 



A very few minutes after, the butler 

 announced that Turner wished to see his 

 master. 



' Tell him to come in,' said Eeginald. 



' Well, Turner,' said he, as that worthy 

 entered the room, ' have you made all your 

 arrangements for Friday ? ' 



' Oi anna, sir, boy goy ! ' 



' Oh, how's that ? You haven't much time. 



