he had kindly offered to bring his "trap," and drive them thither. Mrs. Westgate listened in silence to this communications, and for some time afterward she said nothing. But at last, "If you had not requested me the other day not to mention it," she began, "there is something I should venture to ask you." Bessie frowned a little; her dark blue eyes were more dark than blue. But her sister went on. "As it is, I will take the risk. You are not in love with Lord Lambeth: I believe it, perfectly. Very good. But is there, by chance, any danger of your becoming so? It's a very simple question; don't take offense. I have a particular reason," said Mrs. Westgate, "for wanting to know."
Bessie Alden for some moments said nothing; she only looked displeased. "No; there is no danger," she answered at last, curtly.
"Then I should like to frighten them," declared Mrs. Westgate, clasping her jewelled hands. "To frighten whom?"
"All these people; Lord Lambeth's family and friends."
"How should you frighten them?" asked the young girl.
"It wouldn't be I—it would be you. It would frighten them to think that you should absorb his lordship's young affections."
