The Yale expositor., 1901-04-19

| uOu I understand you, SAID MIL
dred.
''l,on't you? l should have thought
his infatuation for aho'her member of
this household was pretty apparent by
this time"
Il nope he is not in love with me,
If that is what you mean," Mildred ex-
claimed, with some show OF irritation.
Why" demanded Mabel.
Because, should he ask me to marry
him-which is a most unlikely thing to
occur" said Mildred in a low voice
81 should refuse"
We'll, l think you might do a great
deal worse than marry him." 1.-THE
| queen" declared, emphatically. "And
how you could compare him for one
moment with that insipid earl l can
not imagine creature who dreams
of nothing, do believe, from morning
to night beyond his horses and the cor
rect treatment of his pug. Now Den
I'll, on the contrary. though quite as
much up in horsefiesh as my lord is,
has the good breeding to suppress his
knowledge-in the drawing-room at all
events"
There, there-if it has come to
breeding we won't follow up the
impatiently. Il don't find 1t sufficient
ly interesting to care to watch for
| daylight over it. Are you going to sit
up until dawn, Mabel? Because l am
not; and so / should advise you to
get to bed at once, unless you wish to
look like a ghost in the morning
By the bye, that good-looking new ad
mirer of yours, Mr.. Roy Blount, said
something to mamma about calling to-
morrow, did he not?"
"Yes-I don't know. 1t is cruel of
me to keep you up like this" STAN
mered Mabel. with faint blush, start
ing to her feet as she spoke; you are
looking quite pale and wan. l am
afraid. after all, Milly, you found the
ball bore; and here have l been
teasing you about it. Goodnight"
Goodnight, my darling" returned
| Miss T:evanion, suddenly, kissing her
with rapid, unexpected warmth.
After this they separated for the
night and got to bed, and dreamed
their several dreams of joy or sorrow,
as the case might be.
Sir George and his wife, in their
| room, at about the same time as the
foregoing conversation had been held,
were having a few words together on
the same subject.
''Well, Carly" said Sir George, you
were wrong. think. my love; l don't
believe Denzil Younge is as much
taken with Mabel as you gave me to
understand, eh?'
20. but he is dreadfully in love with
| Mildred" his wife said.
well, nothing could be better"
Nothing could be worse, you mean"
"Why?"
Because she will refuse him."
elm the name of patience, for what?"
demanded Sir George, explosively. els
| 1t because he is rich. handsome, and
prosperous?"
mo; but simply because his father
has sold cotton"
"Fiddle-de-dee!" exclaimed Sir
George, with great evaporation, and
he strobe up and down the room twice
with rapid, hasty footsteps. Look
here Carry" he then said, something
must be done. My affairs altogether
are in very critical state; Bolton told
me so in as many words the other day.
| He said that l could not weather the
| storm much longer-that had not, in
| fact, leg to stand on (these were his
own words, assure you)-that money
must be got somehow, and so on. And
| where the deuce am | TO get ready
money, do you suppose? Every method
of procuring it that know of has been
used up long ago. / see nothing but
| absolute ruin staring me in the face.
And here is this willful girl actually
throwing away fifty thousand pounds
a year-every penny of it,"
BY this time Sir George was greatly
excited, and was pacing up the carpet
and down again. Lady Caroline had
subsidized into silent weeping.
"Well, well, there is no use in an
ticipating evils" continued her hus-
band, presently; 'perhaps-who
knows ?-affairs may brighten"
''If she would even encourage Lord
Lyndon" said Lady Caroline.
cay, just So" returned Sir George;
"but how she could throw over Younge
for such heavy substitute as Lyndon
passes my comprehension. Besides,
Lyndon's rent-roll Is barely twenty
thousand Ssar-not even half the
others
"Still, think that would do very
nicely" put in Lady Caroline, meekly.
eff she could only be induced to look
kindly on any one, should be salts
fed"
$50 should l. so long as the some
one had Denzils money" observed Sir
George, and went back to his dressing
room.
CHAPTER VIII.