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Yet she was very composed, practical, and decorous, and as the talk grew more animated and in the vicinity of Mrs. MacSpadden, more audacious she kept a smiling reserve of expression, which did not, however, prevent her from following that lively lady, whom she evidently knew, with a kind of encouraging attention. "Kate is in full fling to-night," she said to the hostess.

MacSpadden was a vivacious acquaintance at St. Kentigern, whom he certainly and not without some satisfaction expected to meet at Glenbogie House. He raised his eyes inquiringly to the porter's. "Ye'll no be rememberin' me. I had a machine in St. Kentigern and drove ye to MacSpadden's ferry often. Far, far too often!

It was Kilcraithie and Mrs. MacSpadden. As she caught sight of him, he fancied she turned slightly and aggressively pale, with a certain hardening of her mischievous eyes. Nevertheless, she descended the staircase more deliberately than her companion, who brushed past him with an embarrassed self-consciousness, quite in advance of her. She lingered for an instant. "You are not dancing?" she said.

Nor was he surprised when, after a preliminary whispering over the plates, his hostess presented him. The lady was the young wife of the middle-aged dignitary who, seated further down the table, opposite Mrs. MacSpadden, was apparently enjoying that lady's wildest levities. The consul bowed, the lady leaned a little forward. "We were saying what a lovely rose you had."

Jock," he continued, raising his voice as he turned towards MacSpadden, "let me introduce you to Sir Alan Deeside, who don't know YOU, although he's a great admirer of your wife;" and unheeding the embarrassed protestations of Sir Alan and the laughing assertions of Jock that they were already acquainted, he moved on beside his host.

There was dancing in the drawing-room to the music of the gorgeous piper who had marshaled them to dinner. He was not sorry, as he had no inclination to talk, and the one confidence he had anticipated with Mrs. MacSpadden was out of the question now. He had no right to reveal his later discovery. He lingered a few moments in the hall.

That hospitable knight, who had been airing his knowledge of London smart society to his English guest with a singular mixture of assertion and obsequiousness, here stopped short. "Ay, sit down, laddie, it was so guid of ye to come, but I'm thinkin' at your end of the table ye lost the bit fun of Mistress MacSpadden. Eh, but she was unco' lively to-night.

The consul looked at his watch it was time to go down. He grimly pinned the fateful flower in his buttonhole, and half-defiantly descended to the drawing-room. Here, however, he was inclined to relax when, from a group of pretty women, the bright gray eyes of Mrs. MacSpadden caught his, were suddenly diverted to the lapel of his coat, and then leaped up to his again with a sparkle of mischief.

After the ladies had risen, the consul with an instinct of sympathy was moving up towards "Jock" MacSpadden, who sat nearer the host, when he was stopped midway of the table by the dignitary who had sat opposite to Mrs. MacSpadden.

They'll be sending a carriage for ye if ye're EXPECTED." He glanced half doubtfully at the consul as if he was not quite so sure of it. But the consul believed he WAS expected, and felt relieved at the certain prospect of a conveyance. The porter meanwhile surveyed him moodily. "Ye'll be seein' Mistress MacSpadden there!" The consul was surprised into a little over-consciousness. Mrs.