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answered the Saint. “We have a new moon to-morrow afternoon, and Herschel "

“Never mind Herschel. What can he know more than we do about it. Just look at the glass, Lord St. Edmunds: I am sure it is going up.”

“Well, perhaps it is a little, Lady Templedale,” replied our hero, after a minute investigation.

“Ah !” said Cécile smiling, “ one credulity overthrown merely to be replaced by another. You must not be surprised if I still adhere to the moon, the older and the loftier guide.”

“Very well, pray do,” cried Lady Templedale. “And you, Lord St. Edmunds, who are fond of betting, I have heard, must uphold the honour of the glass. I would give something considerable myself, could this obstinate little Romanist be, for once, positively convicted of error. What say you, Mrs. Herschel, will you wager against the glass ?”

“ Yes, Lady Templedale, I will."
“How much ?"
“A shilling, that it will rain on Monday.”
“ And a shilling that it will not, that's a

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bargain,” cried St. Edmunds and Lady Templedale together.

This important matter having been thus disposed of, the still lingering neighbours took their final farewell of Redburn Hall, and its inmates retired to their much required rest.

Lady Helen was sufficiently recovered on the ensuing day to assist at the afternoon service, and to appear at dinner ; but, exhausted by this double effort, she withdrew to her room at a very early hour. Her re-appearance was not, however, the principal incident which was to mark the course of that Sunday for Cécile Basinstoke. Soon after Church time, Lady Templedale had asked her what she thought of Cardinal Wiseman's paper, not the original cosmographic pastoral, but the subsequent appeal to the people of England. She had replied, with perfect sincerity, that she was not even aware of its existence, a fact subsequently accounted for when it became known that Lady Helen had ordered the immediate destruction of every newspaper which had contained or commented upon the document. A copy of it was thereupon produced by Lady Templedale, and secretly intrusted to the ardent Saint, who forthwith retired with it to her own room, which she did not forsake again until every line had been eagerly devoured. The effect which so eloquent a vindication of her own impassioned convictions and sentiments was calculated to produce upon Cécile's fervent and impulsive spirit, we need not attempt to define. Suffice it to say, that though she was more than usually silent and abstracted during dinner, there was a fevered lustre in her eyes, which all must have remarked, and which, at all events, as we shall presently have to show, did not escape the ever watchful attention of Lady Templedale.

But here, gentle reader, we should warn you that if you are not a theologian, you would do very well to pass over the two following chapters; and indeed, if you are a theologian, you would perhaps do better still to avoid them, as none of the parties whom we have introduced to you, were qualified, after all, to descant so freely upon such serious and complicated matter. As for ourselves, being merely narrators of the occurrences of Redburn Hall, we deem it a duty to suppress nought of what strictly appertains to our tale, leaving to each and all the entire and undisputed credit or discredit of their respective opinions and assertions.




THE family prayers were read at an earlier hour than usual, that Lady Helen might assist at them ere she retired; the remainder of the party then returned to the library, where they entered into general conversation with the master of the house. Soon observing, however, that her uncle was on the eve of resuming his interrupted slumbers, Cécile slipped quietly away to the adjoining print-room, that she might again devote herself to a book, which she had been previously reading with the intensest interest; but her seclusion was not so unmolested as she had hoped. Ere ten minutes had elapsed, it was summarily invaded by Lady

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