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Not a man or woman in the household but had learned the signal denoting the moment when no service would please, no word or movement be unobjectionable. Lady Anstruthers' face unconsciously assumed its propitiatory expression, and she glanced at her sister more than once when Betty was unaware that she did so.

Was cut about the head and leg broken. Little Willie being far from home and mother, you can see what sort of fix he'd been in if it hadn't been for the kindness of Reuben S. Vanderpoel's daughters Miss Bettina and her sister Lady Anstruthers. The way they've had me taken care of has been great.

"Absurd!" he echoed "yes, that describes what I've been pretty well, doesn't it, Peggy? I was absurd when I let you send me to the right-about four years ago. I realised that to-day the moment I saw you. I should have held on like the very grimmest death; I should have bullied you into marrying me, if necessary, and in spite of fifty Anstruthers. Oh, yes, I know that now.

And I don't mean merely the place, but all that one means when one says 'his house." "He would need a great deal of money," sighed Lady Anstruthers. Betty nodded slowly as she looked out, reflecting, into the park. "Yes, it would require money," was her admission. "And he has none," Lady Anstruthers added. "None whatever." "He will get some," said Betty, still reflecting.

"I used to guess sometimes," said Lady Anstruthers. "I can tell you about it now. You are not as you were then," Betty said. "I did not know Nigel at first, and I felt I ought to see more of him. I wanted to make sure that my child hatred of him did not make me unfair.

Betty was sitting silent, looking out into the greyness of the autumn-smitten park. "Are are you listening for anything, Betty?" Lady Anstruthers asked rather falteringly. "You have a sort of listening look in your eyes." Betty came back to the room, as it were. "Have I," she said. "Yes, I think I was listening for something." And Rosalie did not ask her what she listened for.

Lady Anstruthers came in to see him also, and she several times brought with her a queer little lame fellow, who was spoken of as "Master Ughtred." "Master" was supposed by G. Selden to be a sort of title conferred upon the small sons of baronets and the like. The children he knew in New York and elsewhere answered to the names of Bob, or Jimmy, or Bill.

That instant Lady Anstruthers looked up at her shocked and awake. She was Rosy again, and clung to her, holding to her dress, piteous and panting. "No! no!" she said. "When it came to me in the night it was always in the night I used to get out of bed and pray that it might never, never come again, and that I might be forgiven just forgiven.

"That young fellow in the new suit has just come back from Europe," said a man to his wife and daughter. "He seems to have had a good time." "Papa," the daughter leaned forward, and spoke in a low voice, "I heard him say 'Lord Mount Dunstan said Lady Anstruthers and Miss Vanderpoel were at the garden party. Who do you suppose he is?"

Reuben S. knew how to make a man feel easy, and no mistake. This G. Selden observed at once, though he had, in fact, no knowledge of the practical tact which dealt with him. He found himself answering questions about Lady Anstruthers and her sister, which led to the opening up of other subjects. He did not realise that he began to express ingenuous opinions and describe things.