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ence, looking back, mentally, he was!
And we all patted him on the
back and patronized him! And that
old fellow, Lambton, came the
grand? Well, if fellow goes IN
for that sort of thing, he must take
the consequences-that is, mean, OF
course, who was to know?"
Jeanne says nothing, but her long
Iashes droop over her eyes.
who was to know-exeept, OF
course, yourself, Lady Ferndale. by
Jove, you kept 1t Welt"
Then he stops short, as sudden
thought takes possession OF him.
body and soul, and makes his heart
beat.
She knew 1t, and that was the rea'
son why she refused him.
IL is a welcome, delicious
thought! If the great Marquis OF
Ferndale had not been his rival, he
might have won her. After all, she
may have cared for him-Clarence!
Such things have been.
1t makes his heart beat madly; he
drains a glass of chablis, sends his
entree-for which he has been waiting
ten minutes-away untouched, and Isl
only brought TO composure by meet
ing Vanes dark eyes fixed upon MIN.
Lord Ferndale must be a wonder
fully clever fellow!" he says, with
sudden moodiness.
YES" says Jeanne, and at the cold
ness of the assent Clarence's facet
clears again. He glances around at
her with greater courage; yes, she lsI
beautiful, she is more beautiful than
ever; and, what is more surprising
she Is just as girlish; just, in fact, the
Jeanne who set his heart beating ninel
months ago, and whose refusal OF his
love has only increased it tenfold
And Jeanne?
Well, Jeanne had grown more CHAR
table and less critical, Clarence mas
improved in appearance, in manners,
in the quantity and quality OF his
brains, and she is not sorry to seel
mlq
You cannot feel unamiable with a
good.looking young fellow VINO waits
on you with hand and eye, discusses
your taste in the matter OF the menu
as anxiously as If life and death de-
pended on it, nearly breaks his neck
in getting a flower from the epergne'
because you happen to say that 1t has
a pretty bud, and evidently Is doing,
in all and every possible way, his best
to be agreeable.
Jeanne has been living life of soil
tude for the last three months, with
new friends, and husband only IN
name; here is an old friend, and
say 1t is not to be wondered at that
she should unbend and be agreeable.
But is there no other reason than
that of natural amiability for the gen
tie smile with which she enraptnres
poor Clarence? wonder why she
looks askance at the fair face oppo'
site, which is so close to Vane's hand
some ad that no one can hear what
the soft. red lips are saying.
And what are they saying? Do you
think my Lady Lucille is making love
to vane? Nothing OF the sort; she Is
not SO foolishly inexperienced as to-
commit such a blunder. She knows
Vane better. alas, than Jeanne does.
She does better than make love 10
him-she amuses him. Not woro
of his marriage, not word OF that
bitter, cruel, scornful letter, not
word concerning Jeanne or herself DO
those soft, red, mobile tips utter.
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these subjects, vane. che knows,
would turn to stone or become like a
hedgehog, all points. She amuses
him, and when Lady Lucele lays her
self out TO amuse, no man, scarcely a
woman, can resist her.
At first she is-weu, sulky; meets
her little, witty. pointed remarks with
dry and caustic monosyllables; but
she is not daunted. From subject TO
subject she fits easily, gracefully
adjoining with her bright, delicate wit
all she touches, until at last Vane's
lips curve, and a slight smile lights
up his grim face.
You still retain your wonderful
spirits, Lady Lucille" he says, as II
it were wrong for him.
Lady Lucille shrugs her shoulders.
They are so white and soft, and ex-
Quisitely nodded as one of Boueher's
Venuses,
Thanks she said, lightly. rs 1t
because have not buried myself in
desert soItudes for the last twelve
months We poor women have only
our looks and our wits, Va--Lord
Ferndale, end they stand us in poor
stead sometimes. What is that gal
antine? Do you recommend it? You
used to be an epicure once. DO you
remember flying into a passion at the
hotel in Engadine. because the cauli-
flowers weren't cooked?"
Vane smiles.
Cant say | do" he says tthougn
he does. and remembers many other
things that occurred in the Engadine
besides the baaly-c0oked vegetables)
"my memory is bad.
How / envy you'll" she says-anc
she slghs lightly. Il once asked Lore
Frederick, the great wit, whom h'
considered the happy man. What d,
you think the said? The man who a
fiye-and-thirty has lost his memor!
and saved his digestionl"
CAT any rate my dfge ion is al