tempted and done. The fact that the Congregational Times declares that this chapter will undermine the whole foundations of English Society and let it fall, we pass

. .

looking at

n't know,"

she hadn't known that he didn't

nd no

woman's innate tact could save it. Dorothea O

ed to he

o the window," she sai

to the window and sat beneath

t know," s

de Vere; "h

loved me, although you didn

ere simply. "I loved

endid!"

ned to the table, the empty plate in his hand. His w

the billiard-room," she

ow, too?" a

e said carelessly.

es, mo

how had she learned it? de Vere ask

carelessly. "After all, what is there wrong in it, piccolo p

ned to th

c-room," she said, "and give him his go

h seemed so natural to her, "don't let us think ab

d de Vere, half convin

oke off, gaily dipping a macaroon in a glass of creme de menthe and offering it to him with a pretty

e Vere, pointing at Mr.

d Dorothea. "Of cou

want to buy the t

. .

owed brought a str

e

at the polo ground, in the park, everywhere the

it in the gallery and Dorothea downstairs; at times one of them would sit in Row A, another in Row B, and a third in Row C; at other times two would sit in Row B and one in Row C;

ost perplexing, maddening triangles that ev

. .

ent was bou

c

late at

ted hall of the Grand Palaver Hotel, where they had had supp

ionately, "I want to take you away

in the face. Then she put her

come," s

ails for England to-morrow at midnight.

ionately, "Dearest, I will follow you to Eng

hought a moment

ird car. The fourth footman will bring my things-I can rely on him; the fifth housemaid can have them all ready-she would neve

again-then

sk. It is not much. I hardly think you would refuse

s face b

you?"

at the play, at a restaurant, anywhere -that I can reach out and touch him. I know," she continued, "that it's only a wild fancy and that others would laugh at it, but you can understa

renunciation lit

him," h

weeny thing? William, the second chauffeur-I think he would fade away if I were gone-may I bring him, too? Yes! O m

Vere half bitterly; "we

cashier's desk, his open purse still in his hand, a

whether it, too, when up against the irresistible, dissolv

ty heart echo

out and the night