his promise of not complicating their contract with letters she was uncertain as to his actual whereabouts; she was only sure he would have left Homburg. Lady Whiteroy had become silent, so there were no more side-lights, and she was on the point of telegraphing to London for an address when she received a telegram from Bosco. The proprietor of that seat had arrived there the day before, and he found he could make trains fit if she would on the morrow allow him to come over and see her for a day or two. He had returned sooner than their agreement allowed, but she answered, "Come," and she showed his missive to her mother, who at the sight of it wept with strange passion. Mary said to her, "For Heaven's sake, don't let him see you!" She lost no time: she told him on the morrow, as soon as he entered the house, that she couldn't keep it up another hour.
"All right—it is no use," he conceded; "they're at it again!"
"You see you've gained nothing," she replied, triumphantly. She had instantly rec-
