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He smiled grimly. She had described his feelings exactly. In the

resemblance of the girl, whoever she was, on the violinist's arm, he had

in very truth seen the ghost of Nell of Shorne Mills.

Nell hurried Falconer along, but presently was forced to stop to regain

her breath. Her heart was beating so wildly that she had to fight

against the sensation of suffocation which threatened to overcome her.

"Let us wait a minute," said Falconer gently. "You are nervous,

overtired. We will wait here."

But Nell had got her breath again by this time.

"No, no!" she said, almost vehemently. "Let us go. I know the way----"

"Dick will be waiting for us at the door of the east wing," he said. "If

you can find that----"

"I know," she said quickly. "That is it on our left. But--but I do not

want to see any one."

"All the guests are leaving by the front of the house; we are not likely

to meet any one."

He was somewhat surprised at her agitation, and her evident desire to

leave the place unseen; for Nell was usually so perfectly self-possessed

and free from nervousness or gaucherie.

She drew him to the side park under the shadow of the wing, in which few

of the windows were lighted, and as they waited she gradually recovered

herself.

"There is Dick," said Falconer presently. "He is waiting for us by that

window."

Nell looked in the direction he indicated.

"Is that Dick?" she said, peering at the figure. "It is so dark I can

scarcely see. I don't think it is Dick. If it is, why is he looking in

at the window?"

"He may be talking to some one inside," said Falconer. "I'll call him.

Dick!"

As he called, the figure half turned, then swung round away from them,

and with lowered head moved quickly away from the window, and passed

into the darkness of the shrubbery.

"How strange!" said Falconer; and he felt puzzled. Why should Dick start

at the sound of his name, and make off into the darkness?

Falconer bit his lip. It was just possible that Dick, who was young, and

also particularly good-looking, was carrying on a flirtation with some

one in the house. If so, the explanation of his sudden flight was

natural enough.

"Why did he run away? Where has he gone?" said Nell. "You were wrong. It

was not Dick."