Do let us ask old Miss Gower!" "I begin to think you are a wicked child," says Rylton, laughing, whereon Miss Gower's name is scrawled down on the list.

"There are the men from the barracks in Merriton; they can always be asked over," goes on Maurice.

"And now, who else ?" "The Marchmonts!" "Of course." He pauses.

"And then--there is Mrs.Bethune!" "Your cousin! Yes!" "Shall we ask her ?" "Why should we _not_ ask her ?" She lifts one small, delicate, brown hand, and, laying it on his cheek, turns his face to hers.

"Don't look out of the window; look at _me_.