"She is a trump of a girl. I came in time for part of that scene with the landlady, and upon my word she was glorious! I did n't suppose she could look so handsome."
"Have the Pages left Nice yet?" asked his sister, rather irrelevantly.
"No,—at least they were there on Thursday, but I think that they were to start to-day."
Mr. Worthington answered carelessly, but his face darkened as he spoke. There had been a little scene in Nice which he could not forget. He was sitting in the English garden with Lilly and her mother when his sister's telegrams were brought to him; and he had read them aloud, partly as an explanation for the immediate departure which they made necessary and which broke up an excursion just arranged with the ladies for the afternoon. It is not pleasant to have plans interfered with; and as neither Mrs. Page nor her daughter cared personally for little Amy, it is not strange that disappointment at the interruption of their pleasure should have
