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row." said Mrs: Mostyn; and SO the

row." SAID Mrs. MOStyn; and so the
thing is settled.
On the following day, Mrs. Washing.
ton MoStyn, who had put on her most
gorgeous attire-not having been long
enough in London to know that here
women do not bedeck themselves in the
afternoOn-tripp down to her little
coupe, and directed the man to drive to
Lady Kendall's, thoroughly pleased
with herself and the world in general.
She was going to see the charming
young man of the night before, and the
charming young man was going to dine
with her on Friday. Moreover, she had
on her most becoming bonnet.
The two ladies chatted costly as the
carriage bOwled along.
Ppm so glad you could come" said
Lady Kendall: Ppm sure you'll think
his taste perfect. He has such lovely
things"
"Lovely things?' inquired Mrs. Mos
tyn with rising enthusiasm. She was
one of those women who like their he
rOes of the moment to be set, as it were,
in framework of luxury.
Yes; brOcadeS such as you can't get
for love or money. He has them spec
tally manufactured from his own de-
signs"
HE must be very rich," said the
American. THAT'S the sort of thing
our millionaires do at home"
"Well. Algie must make $1,000 or
$4,000 year. | should think" rejoined
Lady Kendall. You see, he's so we'll
connected. All the smartest women in
| London 90 to Algie."
Ii Mrs. MoStyn wondered for an in
| slant how the society of smart women
| justified such reckless extravaganza,
| she said nothing, having a horror of ap-
| pearing ignorant of London OF the ways
| OF London.
You got on capitally," continued
Lady Kendall; "Algie is so fond Of
Americans. You see. they don't mind
| what they spend"
'No?'' said Mrs. Mostvn, who was now
| thoroughly mystified; and just then the
| carriage drew mp at smart looking
house in a Mayfair street.-the house all
| painted white, with yellow silk curtains
and blinds, and daisies and Spir9a i'll
| the window boxes.
| The door was opened by man serv-
ant in livery, and the ladies were shown
up stairs into large room like a studio.
The walls were of golden leather, with
draperies and curtains of dull gold silk,
and here and there touch of turquoise
blue or faint pink, inwrOught with gold,
added another note to the harmonious
picture in which the white wood man
telpiece. the soft Persian carpet, and the
exquisite old mezzotints Oh the walls
each played their part. One or two
Chippendale cabinets displayed speci-
mems of rare Nankin, the easy chairs
and lounges invited you to chat, and on
every table ard in every nook stood
flowers and palms.
His master was engaged for the mo-
ment. tho man announced, but would
be with the ladies in few minutes.
'What a perfectly charming studio."
cried Mrs. MOstyn, in her pretty. short
sighted way; "Only don't see any can
vases or the usual artistic meSS.''
"Canvases-Why should there be, my
dear?'
well, but isn't Mr.. Upham an art
ist?"
"Artistw cried Lady Kendall, "what
an idea? Why, don't you know-I
thought everybody knew-Mr. Upham
is the fashionable dressmaker. His pro-
fesSiOnal name is Eugene, but we all
call him Algie. Why, Pm going to try
on my new court bodice directly, and
the dear boy will tell me exactly what's
the matter with it."
For moment Mrs. Mostyn's head
almost reeled. She hardly knew if she
gave scream, or if she moved instinct
lively to the bell. Where was the door;
where was her carriage?
Whether her murmured excuses con-
veyed any notion to Lady Kendall it is
difficult to say, for in another moment
she had slipped down stairs.
A dressmaker! Her charming young
mana man with whom she had already
had almost flirtation-was dress
makerl 1t was preposterous-it was
odious journalists who were capable of
telling the whole story in the American
papers; and, as Mrs. Mostyn threw her.
self into her coupe. she fairly groaned
as she remembered that she had her
self insisted on the presence of this i'm
poster at her first smart dinner in Lon
| don.