lied Mrs. Dinks, confused by Hope's air of innocence,
"your engagement, of course."

"My engagement?" said Hope, with a look of utter amazement; "to whom, I
should like to know?"

Mrs. Dinks looked at her for an instant, and asked, in a clear, dry tone:

"Are you not engaged to Alfred?"

Hope Wayne's look of anxious surprise melted into an expression of
intense amusement.

"To Alfred Dinks!" said she, in a slow, incredulous tone, and with her
eyes sparkling with laughter. "Why, my dear aunt?"

Mrs. Dinks was overwhelmed by a sudden consciousness of bitter
disappointment, mingled with an exasperating conviction that she
had been somehow duped. The tone was thick in which she answered.

"What is the meaning of this? Hope, are you deceiving me?"

She knew Hope was not deceiving her as well as she knew that they were
sitting together in the carriage.

Hope's reply was a clear, ringing, irresistible laugh. Then she said,

"It's high time I went to balls, I see. I will go to Mrs. Kingfisher's.
But, dear aunt, have you seriously believed such a story?"

"Do I think my son is a liar?" replied Mrs. Dinks, sardonically.

The laugh faded from Hope's face.

"Did he say so?" asked she.

"Certainly he did."

"Alfred Dinks told you I was engaged to him?"

"Alfred Dinks told me you were engaged to him."

They drove on for some time without speaking.

"What does he mean by using my name in that way?" said Hope, with the
Diana look in her eyes.

"Oh! that you must settle with him," replied the other. "I'm sure I don't
know."

And Field-marshal Mrs. Dinks settled herself back upon the seat and said
no more. Hope Wayne sat silent and erect by her side.

CHAPTER XXXI.

AT DELMONICO'S.

Lawrence Newt had watched with the warmest sympathy the rapid development
of the friendship between Amy Waring and Hope Wayne. He aided it in every
way. He called in the assistance of Arthur Merlin, who was in some doubt
whether his devotion to his art would allow him to desert it for a
moment. But as the doubt only lasted while Lawrence Newt was unfolding a
plan he had of reading books aloud with the ladies--and--in fact, a great
many other praiseworthy plans which all implied a constant meeting with
Miss Waring and Miss Wayne, Mr. Merlin did not delay his co-operation
in all Mr. Newt's efforts.

And so they met at Amy Waring's house very often and pretended to read,
and really did read, several books together aloud. Os