books. Then one fine day she was eighteen, and she sported a black silk dress of Paris!" Meanwhile Pallas Athene had been asking about Roger. "Shall I see him to-morrow, at least?" she demanded.
"I think not; he will not get out for several days."
"But I can easily go to him. It is very tiresome. Things never turn out as we arrange them. I had arranged this meeting of ours to perfection! He was to dine with us here, and we were to talk, talk, talk, till midnight; and then I was to go home with him; and there we were to stand leaning on the banisters at his room door, and talk, talk, talk till morning."
"And where was I to be?" asked Hubert.
"I had not arranged for you. But I expected to see you to-morrow. To-morrow I shall go to Roger."
"If the doctor allows," said Hubert.
Nora rose to her feet. "You don't mean to say, Hubert, that it is as bad as that?" She frowned a little and bent her eyes eagerly on his face. Hubert heard Mrs. Keith's voice in the hall; in a moment their tête-à-tête would be at an end. Instead of answering her question,—" Nora," he said, in his deepest, lowest voice, "you are wonderfully beautiful!" He caught her startled, unsatisfied glance; then he turned and greeted Mrs. Keith. He had not pleased Nora, evidently; it was premature. So to efface the solemnity of his speech, he repeated it aloud; "I tell Nora she is very beautiful!"
"Bah!" said Mrs. Keith; "you need n't tell her; she knows it."
Nora smiled unconfusedly. "O, say it all the same!"
"Was it not the French ambassador, in Rome," Mrs
