world that 
knew him once, knows him no more. It is a past of  



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and , of  and disgrace. It is all over and done 
with buried in oblivion with the name he then bore. 1 n 
that world few  are remembered long ; a nine days 
 ; then the waters close over the drowning wretch s 
head, and all is at an end. 

In the park, lying back listless and elegant in her silks 
and laces, he has seen Lady Dynely often daring the past 
season ; face to face never before. He stands thinking 
dreamily of yesterday s meeting, as he leans across the 
gate and smokes, and of his invitation of to-night. 

" She did not know me," he thinks ; " and yet I could see 
it, something familiar struck her, too. Sixteen years of 
exile twelve of hard campaigning in India and America 
would change most men out of all knowledge. They think 
me dead beside so I have been told. Well, better so ; and 
yet, dead in life it is not a pleasant thought." 

The blue, perfumy smoke curls up in the evening air ; the 
thrush pipes its pensive lay. He pauses in his train of 
thought to listen and watch, with artist eye for coloring, the