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"You know that I have no chance of finding a situation at present," was Cecile's attempted reply; but, for some cause or another, her voice faltered strangely, as she once and again pressed her parent-uncle's hand to her lips, nor, for very many seconds, could her subdued eyes be again raised.

"You see that the child has a heart, after all, Lewis," said the Baronet; "though she is a desperate rebel, to be sure."

"She has indeed a heart, Sir Charles," replied the young clergyman, "and one which, with the grace of God, will, I earnestly trust, lead the wanderer some day into the true fold of Christ."

Cecile now slowly looked up, and fixing the undimned lustre of. her ardent glance full upon the speaker's countenance, she softly said:

"I have long, indeed, had a misgiving that we should some day, Mr. Lewis, be united in one fold, where you would be my pastor, and earnestly have I prayed that that day may not be long delayed."

We presume that this answer did not receive a precisely similar interpretation from all present, for while the honest Baronet exclaimed: "You see, Lewis, that there is some hope of her still," the young clergyman seemed more embarrassed than otherwise, and even coloured slightly, when he saw the grey eye of Lady Helen intently fastened upon him. As, however, he. had not yet stated the object of his visit, it was but natural that he should now have declared it, and he anxiously inquired whether Sir Charles, or those around him, had received any injury during the unfortunate occurrences of the afternoon. This question led to a long and private conversation between him and the master of the house, which afforded the willing Ce'cile an opportunity for escaping, in the joyful expectation that she would hear no more of the subject just disposed of. Unfortunately, it was otherwise decreed by the 'Lincoln Chronicle,' which, when opened, on the ensuing morning, was found to contain an article very much to the following effect:

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"We have delayed our publication of this day, with a view of giving our readers the earliest intimation which has reached us respecting a very serious affray, that took place, yesterday afternoon, in the neighbourhood of Redburn Hall. It would appear that the Basinstoke family have at length thrown off the mask, and considering, no doubt, the day as a peculiarly felicitous one for a Catholic demonstration, proceeded in such good earnest, as thoroughly to exasperate the honest feelings of the locality. We are, of course, obliged to defer all particulars for the present, but we are credibly informed that several shots were fired, that many serious injuries were received, and that, had it not been for the prompt and energetic good-will with which Protestant feelings and claims were vindicated, the most fatal results might have ensued. As it is, the lesson has been no less severe than well merited, and we can only trust that it may be equally beneficial."

The worthy Baronet's horror on perusing this paragraph, could only have been surpassed by the suppressed exultation of Lady Helen. In vain did Constance, Edward, and St. Edmunds each endeavour to instil some comfort into his wounded spirit, by representing the imaginative statement as a mere electioneering manoeuvre: it was of no avail, the cold steel of the writer's Perryian pen had entered into his soul. Lucky it was that Ce'cile's natural allies were now

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closing fast around her, for, during two whole days, neither a word nor a look did she succeed in exchanging with her uncle or with Lady Helen.

CHAPTER X.

EDWARD BASINSTOKE'S LIBERALISM.

One solitary ray of consolation and of hope, would occasionally break in upon the deep gloom of Sir Charles Basinstoke's despondency. He could not but remember that the long-promised County Meeting was even now at hand, and that an opportunity would there be afforded to him for thoroughly and completely vindicating himself from the aspersions so malignantly cast upon him by his adversaries.

The great day came at last. The atmospheric heavens did not, to be sure, peculiarly shine upon it, for it was somewhat wet and drizzly; still, at the appointed time, the chariot and four drove up, the worthy Baronet entered it, with

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