I'm so afraid he might think we knew about it, and that you and papa said those things about her and her father on that account--as if we abused them because he goes there instead of coming here." "Nonsense!" Mrs.Palmer rose, went to a window, and, turning there, stood with her back to it, facing her daughter and looking at her cheerfully.

"Nonsense, my dear! It was perfectly clear that she was mentioned by accident, and so was her father.

What an extraordinary man! If Arthur makes friends with people like that, he certainly knows better than to expect to hear favourable opinions of them.

Besides, it's only a little passing thing with him." "Mama! When he goes there almost every----" "Yes," Mrs.Palmer said, dryly.

"It seems to me I've heard somewhere that other young men have gone there 'almost every!' She doesn't last, apparently.