er.'

Mrs. Damerel was strikingly, yet becomingly, arrayed. The past year had
dealt no less gently with her than its predecessors; if anything,
her complexion had gained in brilliancy, perhaps a consequence of the
hygienic precautions due to her fear of becoming stout. A stranger, even
a specialist in the matter, might have doubted whether the fourth decade
lay more than a month or two behind her. So far from seeking to impress
her visitor with a pose of social superiority, she behaved to him as
though his presence honoured as much as it delighted her; look,
tone, bearing, each was a flattery which no obtuseness could fail
to apprehend, and Crewe's countenance proved him anything but
inappreciative. Hitherto she had spoken and listened with her head
drooping in gentle melancholy; now, with a sudden change intended to
signify the native buoyancy of her disposition, she uttered a rippling
laugh, which showed her excellent teeth, and said prettily:

'Poor boy! I must suffer the penalty of having tried to save him from
one of my own sex.--Not,' she added, 'that I foresaw how that poor silly
girl would justify my worst fears of her. Perhaps,' her head drooping
again, 'I ought to reproach myself with what happened.'

'I don't see that at all,' replied Crewe, whose eyes lost nothing of
the exhibition addressed to them. 'Even if you had been the cause of it,
which of course you weren't, I should have said you had done the right
thing. Every one knew what Fanny French must come to.'

'Isn't it sad? A pretty girl--but so ill brought up, I fear. Can you
give me any news of her sister, the one who came here and frightened me
so?'

'Oh, she's going on as usual.'

Crewe checked himself, and showed hesitation.

'She almost threatened me,' Mrs. Damerel pursued, with timid sweetness.
'Do you think she is the kind of person to plot any harm against one?'

'She had better not try it on,' said Crewe, in his natural voice. Then,
as if recollecting himself, he pursued more softly: 'But I was going to
speak of her. You haven't heard that Miss. Lord has taken a position in
the new branch of that Dress Supply Association?'

Mrs. Damerel kept an astonished silence.

'There can't be any doubt of it; I have been told on the best authority.
She is in what they call the "club-room," a superintendent. It's a queer
thing; what can have led her to it?'

'I must make inquiries,' said Mrs. Damerel, with an air of concern. 'How
sad it is, Mr.