him only a minit—but I'd know himI'm sure I'd know him-and it's a S. W. cab. I seen the letters on the back on it jist as it was a-drivin' off-and so we'll find him here some hour in the day-'cos this is his rightful stan'-sure now I understan' yes, if ye lave it to me, I'm always about the Station, and if I can't catch him, may I never sell a "Tiligraph."'

'If you had only trusted us and understood us before,' said Neville, sternly, 'what valuable time might have been saved. Your obstinacy may be the cause of our total failure, boy.'

'Faith! I'll make up for it, sir,' returned the unabashed Bedouin-An' as to thrustin', who'd thrust the police, 'cept a born-natural. Sure I thought I was doing

the lady a good turn, but never mind, I'll get the cabby for yes.'

With this very indefinite assurance, Neville was fain to be content, and returned to his gloomy solitude, to pore over disheartening papers, and weary his brain with unaccustomed calculations ; striving to have some plan of future exertion and livelihood fixed before his cherished hope the recovery of his wife -was fulfilled.

In truth it was a perplexing problema couple of thousands for a capital-and the world before him, with no businesstraining or habits, to what could he turn himself? Yet he knew that he possessed a certain amount of method and capability for organization, with a conscious

ness that although neither of a quick or brilliant class of intelligence, he had the

power of steady and prolonged application.

Some military appointment he knew would be the best solution of his enigma, but he shrunk from the publicity of application; his story was already widely circulated in all military circles, and he quivered at the idea of the pale witticisms, the contemptuous pity, the mocking laughter it must have drawn forth. He felt inclined to rush forth, armed with a horsewhip, for the general flagellation of his acquaintance; could he discover Marie, and show her as his own, his valued, cherished wife, then people might see that the disappointment which furnished

so charming a source of gossip and condolence was by no means insupportable to him. No! Had his eyes been open from the first, he would still have preferred his own soft, piquant, shy, loving Marie, to the heiress, however wealthy or estimable she might be; that little, pale, quiet, matter-of-fact, self-reliant creature, comparable to his wife, indeed!

Well! it is well your wife taught you her value by her flight, Captain Neville, for these favourable contrasts never crossed your mind in time to save her the anguish of feeling that she was wanting in the one thing for which she had been sought; and now, after all his efforts, he seemed as far from the object of his search as ever!

That confounded boy! Was there any

just cause or impediment why he should not thrash him at all events?

How was it that the skill of detectives, the eagerness of affection, the perseverance of friendship, had alike failed!

Well, my dear boy,' said Mr. Foster, as his grandson and himself sat over an elaborate dessert in the handsome diningroom of his handsome house in Mecklenburgh Square on the evening after the interview just described "You know I ought to be very seriously displeased with you-such a scheme for you to enter into; and I am not sure you did not originate it! However, it has been frustrated and recoiled pretty severely on the head of