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See the hand-out he gave me for last Sunday full-page interview: 'Earl of Strathay Discusses American Society? "Some English won't stand for anything but a regular pie-faced story, but Strathay's a real good little man." "You said he had sixty-nine pairs of shoes," said Kitty reminiscently. "No; twenty-nine."

"And her divorce record," added Mrs. Whitney. "She fears for her nephew; as if Helen would look at him! But the newspapers have hurt Helen. I wish she'd announce her engagement; she has the cards in her hands, but she's got to play 'em; and poor Strathay's so devoted! Why didn't you shade the lights Tuesday at your dinner? In that glare we were all worse frights beside her than usual."

That's her dream, Meg's is Mayfair; she thinks of nothing but how to invest me in London and claim her profit when I am Strathay's Countess, or mistress of some other little great man's hall. Oh, I understand them; Mrs. Henry's the worst; oily! I wonder if London is less petty than New York; if I should be out of the tug and scramble there.

Poultney; and wherever I went Strathay's eyes followed me wistfully. Meg danced with Strathay and amused me by her elation. She hadn't really recovered from it to-day. To-day! Blessed to-day! Lord Strathay's only an Earl; to-day there came to me Ned! Oh, this has been the gladdest, most provoking day of my life, for I had only a moment with him. It was Mrs.

Stephen Allardyce Poultney has lately done me the honour to call; and " "Lord Strathay's cousin?" I thought he could hear the thrumming of my heart. This was why he had beaten so long about the bush! "Was he was he speaking about me?" I felt a sudden chill of apprehension, and almost feared to hear the answer.

He did not care a button, I inferred, for your position here, as it could not affect Lord Strathay's in England; but he had read the newspapers with pardonable perplexity, and asked if you were really the only daughter of a bonanza farmer.

Witley Castle, his seat, is one of the show places of England, though financially embarrassed by the follies of the late Earl. It was Lord Strathay's intention, upon landing in New York to go West in a week; but he looked upon the fair investigator, and to look is to love.

Henry and Peggy were here, smiling on Mr. Poultney, Strathay's cousin. Oh, I'm useful! I believe Mrs. Marmaduke is the only Van Dam who's kind to me without a motive; they're not Knickerbockers at all, as I supposed. Cadge is right; I gain nothing socially by remaining with Meg; and her guesses come too close to my heart's sorrow.