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"No; I'll walk.","David," said he abruptly, "owing to the coming of Etwald and Arkel on that night--the night upon which the body was stolen, I mean--I forgot to ask you what reception Miss Dallas met with on her return home. Who received her?","Within the gates?" asked the major, much agitated.,"It does seem ages to wait," agreed Elinor. "After I turn mine in tomorrow morning, I'll be consumed with curiosity to see the others—particularly Doris Leighton's.","Did you see Elinor?" whispered Judith to Patricia, as she edged her way to her in the packed assembly room.,Judith gulped the last mouthful and flung down her napkin.,"Help! Let my kinship protect me!" exclaimed Tom in alarm, and he pretended to move an inch away from me.,It was hard work later on, when they had to face the inquiries of the wrathful Judith, to convince her that the whole thing was not a plot against Elinor by some envious rival.,Patricia grabbed the sheet before Judith could set down her glass, and she read it aloud, with great enjoyment.,Mrs. Dallas looked uneasily at her medical attendant.,"No," said Dido, bluntly, "I say dat I in de room, but I no kill dat man.",The major, owing to circumstances heretofore related, was a confirmed bachelor, but he did not intend that his boys should follow so bad an example. He wished Maurice to marry Miss Isabella Dallas, a charming blonde from the West Indies; and David he designed as the husband of Lady Meg Brance, daughter of Lord Seamere. But Jen was mistaken in thinking that he could guide the erratic affections of youth, as will hereafter be proved. Sure enough, the lads fell in love, but both with the same woman, a state of things not anticipated by the major, who was too simple to be a matchmaker..