A hundred years--of my life! No.

the most loving friend I have would not wish it for me." Then, suddenly, as with an impulse created by the sad events of the day--the stormy night-- and the disturbed state of his own mental condition, inclining him to any sort of companionship, "Cousin, I am going to trust you, specially, in a matter of business which I wish named to the Cardrosses.

I should have done so before they left to-night.

May I confide to you the message ?" "Willingly.

What is it about ?" and the captain's keen black eyes assumed an expression which, if the earl had noticed, he might have repented of his trust.