Maxwell laughed grimly at the idea.

"I will be your good angel," repeated Toby, imperturbably, "and take you down with me to Deswarth."

"To your father's house? I thought you weren't friends with your governor."

"I am not," acknowledged Clendon with touching candour; "he wanted me to become a churchman, and I didn't care about it. We had words and parted. Now, however, I've won a success in literature, I'll go back and ask the pater to kill the domestic veal. You I will bring with me to the banquet, and as Miss Pethram lives near you will be able to see her, woo her, wed her, and be happy ever afterwards."

Archie made no reply, but smoked furiously; and Toby, having delivered himself of what he had to say, also subsided into silence.

After a pause said Maxwell--

"Toby."

"Yes."

"I'll come."

"What about South America?"

"D---- South America."

 

 

 

 

 CHAPTER III.

THE WOMAN WITH THE FIERCE EYES.

 

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