and addressed it to Mr. Bertram, at his mother's house. She knew the address well. Then she went to bed, and, wonderful as it may seem, fell asleep.

The terrible next morning' came to her as surely as it does to all mourners beguiled by physical exhaustion into momentary oblivion. She crushed the agony away with a great effort. 'I am not the only one,' she said. 'Let me think of the hundreds who are awakening to fresh misery now.'

And so she bravely got up and dressed herself, and was in good time for morning prayers. 'Honor,' said Conny at breakfast-time— Honor had busied herself talking to Newton when her sister entered, so as to escape any special greeting, have you thought again about the money ?'

'What do you want me to do?'

'To get me some money for our journey and Cannot you ask Lady Tracy to

my trousseau.

lend or give it to you?'

'No, that I will not,' said Honor. Of all

things she could not do, to ask Lady Tracy for then was the chief.

money

'Very well, then. He must go to Brazil by himself,' said Conny. 'I will not be married without my trousseau.'

'And he is so devoted to her, Honor,' said her mother; it will break his heart. I think you are very cruel.'

Honor winced.

'How much do you want, Conny?'

'A thousand francs at least. Mamma's and my journey will cost something.'

'Yes,' said Mrs. Blake; 'I have not more money left from Phil's last remittance than will keep house for Newton here.'

'I will go to Monsieur Jarny's, Conny,' said Honor, and ask him to lend me that sum, to be repaid from my pupils. Then, mamma, there will be no pupil-money for nearly three months.'

'Very well,' replied Mrs. Blake; 'better that than for Conny to break off such a nice marriage.'

Honor had never borrowed money before. It was hard to begin, but she would do nothing to stop the marriage, so after breakfast she walked to Bayonne, posted and registered her

heavy letter, and then she went to Monsieur Jarny's. The French banker was very polite, but regretted he could not oblige the young lady.

Do you know, Miss Blake,' he said, 'we are already threatened with a considerable loss by your family? A cheque, supposed to be drawn by your relative, Lady Tracy, has been returned to us by her London bankers as a shameless forgery. The London house affirm the name of her signature is not even spelt rightly. Unhappily this bill was sent with some others to a German correspondent, and he had not occasion to send it to England at once. Hence a delay of several months; so the forger may be difficult to trace.'

'I should think,' said Honor, 'the person who actually received the money will easily be found.'

'Yes, you would think so. The clerk who paid it avers he received the cheque from, and gave the money to, an old Basque messenger, Madame Quinqualeronvontroyez. From her it is not easy to ascertain anything. In fact, if Lady Tracy, who has been addressed on the

subject, declares the writing to be a forgery, the case will turn upon the point of who could have gained access to her cheque-book. The cheque was a duly printed one, cut from a book.

'It is all in the hands of the police, and we are in special trouble because a young clerk in our firm, a relative of one of our partners, has been accused of having the said cheque-book in his possession at one time. Personally I feel sure of Monsieur le Souffleur's innocence, but he has been accused, and we are very anxiously awaiting the evidence of Lady Tracy to exculpate him.'

Honor's mind was too weary to take in the full scope of this announcement. She felt She felt sorry for it all in a vague way, and said she knew her aunt kept her cheque-book locked up; but perhaps there would turn out to have been some mistake.

'The Juge d'Instruction will communicate with your family to-day, I fancy, Mademoiselle, to find out what you know about the other cheques cashed through the same party. I wonder he has not done so before this.'

Honor really did not care. She felt that to

day there was only one thing she could do-try to get Conny that money. But how?

A sudden thought occurred to her. Bidding Monsieur Jarny good-morning, she hastened to the street where the Le Bœufs lived, entered their house, and told her tale.

Monsieur le Bœuf knew what her pupils were. He could satisfy himself from them that Miss Morris was only employed till Honor's return. 'I shall take them again at once,' she said, 'and will give you all my receipts till this loan is repaid, with interest-if you will lend me this money.'

'Is it for your sister's trousseau?' asked Monsieur le Bœuf.

'Yes; Mr.-he-her fiancé offered to provide her with all she requires, but neither my sister nor any of us wishes that.'

'Of course,' said Monsieur le Boeuf, 'I can understand that is out of the question.

At the same time I must be frank with you. A thousand francs is a large sum!-Louise, what do you say?'

'I say, lend dear Miss Blake the money,' replied his wife. She will work hard and pay us faithfully. It is like her unselfish nature to