Her smile, when she condescended to smile, was very sweet,--lighting up her whole face and flattering for the moment the person on whom it shone.

It was as though a rose in emitting its perfume could confine itself to the nostrils of its one favoured friend.

And now she smiled on Morton as she asked another question.

"I did hear," she said, "from one of your Foreign Office young men that you and Miss Trefoil were very intimate." "Who was that, Lady Penwether ?" "Of course I shall mention no name.

You might call out the poor lad and shoot him, or, worse still, have him put down to the bottom of his class.