"Dyceworthy!" he exclaimed.

"The mystery is explained! You have been bored by 'the good religious,' as Pierre calls him.

You know what _boring_ means now, Miss Gueldmar, don't you ?" She smiled slightly, and nodded.

"The first time you visited the _Eulalie_, you didn't understand the word, I remember,--ah!" and he shook his head--"if you were in London society, you'd find that expression very convenient,--it would come to your lips pretty frequently, I can tell you!" "I shall never see London," she said, with a sort of resigned air.

"You will all go away very soon, and I--I shall be lonely--" She bit her lips in quick vexation, as her blue eyes filled again with tears in spite of herself.
Lorimer turned away and pulled a chair to the open window.
"Come and sit down here," he said invitingly.