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twenty minutes’ duration—* is it true, Miss
Dillon, that you have discarded altogether the
attentions of Mr. 2”? and he named the
old gentleman whose offer had been so painful
to. Rose, and who was now made painfully
aware that the subject had been publicly talked
of. Thisconfused her. ‘ Nay,” he continued,
“J think you ought to be very proud of the
fact, for he is worth two hundred thousand
pounds.”

“Tf he were worth ten hundred thousand, it
would make no difference to me,” was the
reply.

“Then, you admit the fact.”

Rose could not tell a falsehood, though she
confessed her pain that it should be known.
“| intend,” she added, ‘to remain in my own
quiet sphere of life; Iam suited for no other.”

The gentleman made no direct reply, but
from that hour he observed Rose narrowly.
The day of the election came, with its bribery
and its bustle. Suffice it, that the Honourable
Mr. Ivers was declared duly elected—that the
splendour of the late member's wife’s entertain-
ments and beauty, were perfectly eclipsed by
the entertainments and beauty of the wife of
the successful candidate—that every house, ¢x-
cept one, in the town was splendidly illuminat-
ed—and that the people broke every pane of
glass in the windows of that house, to prove
their attachment to the great principle of free-