"Almost." Jachin Fell smiled slightly. "Will you dine with us to-morrow evening, Lucie? My mother commanded me to bring you as soon as possible"
"Oh, your mother!" exclaimed the girl, contritely. "I was so absorbed in the Masquer that I forgot to ask after her. How is she?"
"Quite as usual, thank you. I presume that you'll attend Comus with the Maillards?"
"Yes. I'll come to-morrow night gladly, Uncle Jachin."
"And we'll take a look at the Proteus ball afterward, if you like. I'll send Ben Chacherre for you with the car, if you're not afraid of him."
Lucie looked gravely into the smiling eyes of Fell.
"I'm not exactly afraid of him," she responded, soberly, "but there is something about him that I can't like. I'm sorry that you're trying to regenerate him, in a way."
Fell shrugged lightly. "All life is an effort, little one! Well, good-bye."
Jachin Fell left the house at three-forty. Twenty minutes later the bell rang again.
