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the dear old lady! Where Is she? You
kI ow I've got TO finish that argument
with her about her beloved Byron"
Lorimer laughs. go and finish 1t
when you like, Beau" he answers
My mothers all right. She's at home
You know she's always charmed to see
you. She's delighted with that new
book OF yours"
lis she? She finds pleasure in trifes
them"
"Oh no, Mr.. Lovelace!" interrupts
Lady Clara, with a winning glance,
you must not run yourself down! The
beck IL exquisite! ! got 1t ut once
from the library, and read every word
o. It,"
II am exceedingly nattcred!" says
Lovelace with grave bow, though
there Is II little tWinkling mockery In
his glance. when lady so bewitch-
ing condescends to read what | have
written, how can express my emo
ton"
"The press unanimous In favor Of
Jou, ltuldl nd lLOlu w wi
~. "You arc quite the lion Of the
day!"
"Oh quite!" agrees Beau laughing.
And do not roar as sweet as any
nightingale? But | say, where's the
new beauty?"
II really do not know TO whom you
allude, Mr.. Lovelace," replies Lady
Winsleigh coldly. Lorimer smiles and
Ii silent. Beau looks from one to the
other amusedly.
Perhaps I've made mistake he
says, but the Duke Of Roxwell Is re-
sponsible. He told me that IL | came
here tonight should see one of the
loveliest women living,--Lady Bruce
Lrrington. He saw her In the Park.
l think this ntleman"--indicating
Sir Francis Lonnox, who bites his
moustache vexedly-"said quite open
ly at tho Club last night that she was
the now beauty, and that she would
be here this evening""
Lady Winslelgh darts a side glance
Mt her "Lennie" that Is far from pleas
ant.
Really It's perfectly absurd" sh
says, with u rcornful toss OF her head.
I'VE shall have housemaids and bar
girls accepted as quito the rage next
: do not know Sir Philips wife In the
East, II hear she was common far
mer's daughter. l certainly invited
her tonight out OF charity and kind
ness In order that she might got a lit
tie accustomed to society-for, OF
course, poor creature! entirely ignor-
ant and uneducated as she IL, every
ching Will seem strange to her. But
she has not COMO"
"Sir Philip and Lady Bruce Erring-
.on!" announces Briggs Mt this junct-
ure.
There Is sudden hush a move
mont of excitement, and the groups
near tho door fall apart staring, and
struck momentariy dumb with sur
prise, as u TALL radiant figure In daz-
zling white, with diamonds flashing on
glittering coil of gold hair. and won
drous sca-bue earnest eyes. passes
through their midst with that royal
step and composed grace Of bearing
that might distinguish an Empress of
many nations.
Good heavens! What magnificent
woman!" mutters Beau Lovelace--
Venus realized"
Lady Winsleigh turns very pale,-
she trembles and can scarcely regain
her usual composure as Sir Philip,
with u proud tenderness lighting up
she depths of his hazel eyes, leads
this yisoin of youth and perfect lowell
Less up to her, saying simply
Lady Winsleigh. allow me to In
troduco to you my wife! Thelma, this
is Lady Winsloigh."
There is u strange sensation in Lady
Winsolgh's throat as though u very
tisk< string were suddenly drawn
round 1t to almost strangling point
and At is certain that she feels as
though she must scream. hit somebody
with her fan, and rush from the room
In an undignilied rage. But she chokes
s"NN Ihc6c purify ltlHlnlnS GnOtiOnS@4
she smiles and extends her jewelled
hand.
so good of you to come tonight"
she says sweetly. II have been long.
ing to see you, Lady Errington, dare
say you know your husband is quite
an old acquaintance of mlne!"
And langourous glance like fire
seen through smoke, leaps from be-
meath her silky eyelashes at Sir
Philip--but he sees 1t not--he is chat
ting and laughing gally with Lorimer
and Beau Lovelace.
Indeed, yes!" answers Thelma, IN
that soft low voice of hers, which has
such n thrilling richness within It.
and 1t Is for that reason am glad
TO meet you. 1t is always pleasant for
me to know my husbands friends"
Here she raises those marvellous
innocent eyes OF hers and smiles.--
why does Lady Winslcigh shrink from
that frank and chldllke openness Of
regard? Why does she, for one brier
moment hate hprsplfS u,b,, 49, - .