"Doan't Thou Marry for Munny" As that Saturday afternoon wore itself away, there was much excitement at Fawn Court.

When Lady Fawn returned with the carriage, she heard that Frank Greystock had been at Fawn Court; and she heard also, from Augusta, that he had been rambling about the grounds alone with Lucy Morris.

At any exhibition of old ladies, held before a competent jury, Lady Fawn would have taken a prize on the score of good humour.

No mother of daughters was ever less addicted to scold and to be fretful.

But just now she was a little unhappy.