Who that mother was," said Mrs.Walraven, with spiteful emphasis, "I fancy Mr.Walraven could tell you." "Ah!" said her cousin, with a side-long glance, "I shouldn't wonder.

I'll not ask him, however.

Proceed." "I took to reading a novel after I came home," proceeded Mrs.Walraven, "and my husband went to bed.

I remained with my book in the drawing-room, very much interested, until nearly midnight.

I fancied all in the house had retired; therefore, when I heard a soft rustling of silk swishing past the drawing-room door, I was considerably surprised.