se to take a lower place. The Dutch Women's
Holland Society will found schools and orphanages, and look after the
sick and the stranger within our gates. They will encourage Dutch
talent and Dutch cleanliness; and stand up for the plain, primitive
religion."

"My dear madam! Has the millennium indeed arrived?"

"There is something in the idea, however, Professor?"

"Yes; but we must leave it for future discussion. I have a dear friend
waiting for me in your outer vestibule."

"A dear friend of yours! And waiting for you in the outer vestibule!
Why did you not bring him in? You must have known that he would be
welcome."

"My friend is my dog Sultan; a noble mastiff, a thorough gentleman,
a Republican and Protectionist of the proper sort. He allows no
strange dogs to prowl about the place, and grub up his buried bones.
Cats, in his eyes, are unfit to cumber the earth. Cows and other
dogs he does not permit even to look over the fence. A dog of worth;
and when I come again, I will introduce him to you; but for the
present--adieu!"

They sat still a little to praise the Professor, and then the ladies
prepared for their afternoon shopping. They were full of anticipation,
and Adriana was radiant with those pleasant hopes that only stir the
heart of youth. Among the silks and laces, the gowns and cloaks and
trimmings, they had some happy calculations; and when they left Arnold
& Constable's, it was already dusk and cold. They passed out of the
store quickly, Yanna looking straight before her, and having her muff
raised slightly towards her face. So neither of them saw the young man
who bent eagerly forward from a passing hansom, and looked at them
with amazement, and yet with an intense interest.

It was Harry Filmer on his way home; and if the driver had not known
his home, he would certainly have passed it, so astonished was he at
what he had seen, and so lost in speculation as to how such a thing
could be.

"Whom do you think I met driving with Madame Zabriski this evening as
I came home?" he said to his mother and Rose, as soon as an
opportunity offered.

"Madame Zabriski's friends are called legion," answered Mrs. Filmer;
"but I am sure we know no one who is on driving terms with the proud
old woman."

"Nevertheless, it was a great friend of yours, Rose--in fact, it was
Yanna Van Hoosen."

Mrs. Filmer turned round and looked at her son with scornful
incredulity. "The thing is absurd!" she said. "You have b