"Deuce take you, no! To what we don't, you know, by your wish, ever talk about." "I just came on the mere chance," she said. "Mona found yesterday, somewhere, the card of invitation to your sister's marriage that you sent us, or your father sent us, some time ago. We couldn't be present—it was impossible; but as it had this address on it I said to myself that I might find you here."!

"At the West Kensington station—she was going to Victoria. I had walked with her there, and our talk was all on the way." "You mean that she'll be the soul of the row?"

Fleda paid this statement the homage of a minute's muteness. "As to that, naturally, she has reason." Her vivid friend, moreover, had got before her; he clearly suffered from the nature of the control he had to exercise. "Don't do that, miss—you won't care for it at all." Then as she waveringly stood her ground, "It's not a place for a young lady, nor, if you'll believe me, a sight for them as are in any way affected." So the young man, following her attentively, appeared equally to feel. "So far as that goes," he promptly declared, "she has at last tired Mona out." He uttered the words with a strange approach to hilarity.