"Miss Cardiff's in the lib'ry, sir," said the housemaid, opening, the door for Kendal next morning with a smile which he did not find too broadly sympathetic.

He went up the stairs two steps at a time, whistling like a schoolboy.
"Lady Halifax says," he announced, taking immediate possession of Janet where she stood, and drawing her to a seat beside him on the lounge, "that the least we can do by way of reparation is to arrange our wedding-trip in their society.

She declares she will wait any reasonable time; but I assured her delicately that her idea of compensation was a little exaggerated." Janet looked at him with an, absent smile.

"Yes, I think so," she said, but her eyes were preoccupied, and the lover in him resented it.
"What is it ?" he asked.

"What has happened, dear ?" She looked down at an open letter in her hand, and for a moment said nothing.