The Forrest City times., 1891-08-21
texned around and put out her hand.

l N"' iuite at the enu. Sne SalQ IT must be two years since the days at Nice, and by that time I was so steeped in deception, and allowed my reminis- | cences of our former acquaintance to go such lengths in order to coincide with hers, that had not the face to tell her that I had never been at Nice Tn my life. She mistook me for some | one else; knew that after the first hait-dozen words, but you see I had woven such q tangled web that I | couldn't get out of it. even if had wanted to, and those two chaps say didn't" Joan laughed "She is very handsome" she said. but l am not quite sure she is good style" And you won't come down to sup. per-"
 Not now"
 "l would ask her if I knew her | name, said Vincent. II must get Lady George to tell me when 1 see her"
 You won't do that" said Joan, and she left him with a smile that he failed to interpret.
 Miss Athol went back to her mother. On her way sho passed the fair un- known talking to MT. Brabazon.
 "I watched that" Mrs. Keith was saying: ''she dropped her fan. Well, Joan, what had Mir. Vincent to tell you?H
 Nothing" said Miss Athol. The m rat t,.,.N- G1a took him for some one else"
 "She bowed to Lady Beckenham, I think. Here is Lady Beckenham, l will ask her.. Not to me, said Lady Beckenham. Lady George explained the situation. t'if were in your case should 20 to her myself, said Lady Beckenham.
 '"I must, think, said Lady George, and she sought her unknown gues..
 You will pardon me" she said: ''but Idid not hear your name, and my memory is bad. l do not recall your face.
 II am Mrs. Darhishre," said the lady. Il was so sorry not to return your call on Monday It was good of you to come and see me so soon" "Darbishire-
 Lady George looked at her vacantly. The lady caught something of her hostess's expression
 Can there be any mistaken she said. ''I don't know you, of course because did not see you when you called. You heard from my dear friends, the Van Lindens. of New y.t@ a,,.} I mo to your party2"
 Lady George looked more vacant.
 You are Mrs Seiton, surely" said the lady.
 There is some mistake" said Lady George. Il am Lady George Athol."
 Mrs. Darbishire stated to her feet
 How can l sufficiently apoloigze2" she said, Il am n stranger ill Lon. don, and l only arrived from New York last week. I had an introduct- ion to Mrs. Sefton. 1 do not know her personally, so I did not discover my mistaxe, 1 came in n hanson, and l suppose the driver mistook my directions.
 Lady George smiled graciously.
 'The mistake Is easily explained if Mrs. = Mrs Seiton lives in Barn Square"
 That is it, I think. said Mrs. Darbishire
 And this is Barn street."
 "l am so distressed this should have happened" said Mrs. Darbi- shire.
 "Not at all" said Lady George. You found some friends here hope. and 1t has given us the pleasure of your company
 The lady with reiterated apologies, bowed and took her departure.
 \ man who passed her on the stairs looked at her fixedly and hurried up to the hostess.
 "Will youtell me that lady name?" he said. Five minutes ago l might have asked you. Colonel Weston, She k q Mrs. Darbishire, believe Her cab. man mistook Barn street for Barn square"
 You know nothing about her?'
 "Nothing
 ttThen excuse me
 Colonel Weston hurried down to tho hall. Mrs Darhishire was coming from the cloakroon.
 "Millie Lestocq will permit mo to see her to her hotel. he said quietly.
 The lady started, then smiled and bowed
 .Monsieur est bien amiablc," she said.
 He followed her to the hanson and got in. He spoke up through the trap.
 Drive slowly to the end of the street, and will direct you"
 He turned then to his companion.
 "Ne meet again. mademoisele.'
 "Oui. monsieur"
 "Mademoiselle has, perhaps, few friends In London.
 Not many, monsieur
 "Mademoiselle however. starts we'll under such wing IS that oi Lady George Athol."
 "Without doubt, monsieur"
 "A more sottly.ieathered wing than that 1.-the law, mademoiselle. You should know.''
 Monsieur is faeetious,
 'Ishonld like to see what you have in your pocket, nladelno iseale."
 My handkerchief monsieur."
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