"Janet," said Lawrence Cardiff a week later at breakfast, "the Halifaxes have decided upon their American tour.

I saw Lady Halifax last night and she tells me they sail on the twenty-first.

They want you to go with them.

Do you feel disposed to do it ?" Mr.Cardiff looked at his daughter with eyes from which the hardness that entered them weeks before in the Temple Courts had never quite disappeared.

His face was worn and thin, its delicacy had sharpened, and he carried about with him an habitual abstraction.