een mistaken.
Miss Van Hoosen has quite a common face."

"It was Yanna," persisted Harry, sulkily. "I should think I know
Yanna when I see her. I have good reason to do so. Her face was clear
as light against the winter gloom. I can tell you, it gave me a
shock."

"In the Zabriski carriage? I cannot understand it. Was Madame Zabriski
with her?"

"I have never seen Madame Zabriski except at the opera. Women look
different in their carriage wraps."

"I am almost certain that I heard, or I read, that she had gone with a
party to Florida. You are sure it was Miss Van Hoosen?"

"Positive."

"Then," said Rose, "I think Yanna is acting very strangely. Why has
she not written to me? I sent her a long letter last week, and she has
not answered it. However, I shall probably see her brother this
evening, and he will tell me whatever there is to tell."

Thus it happened that Antony received a smiling invitation that night
into the Filmers' opera box; and that he was translated into the
seventh circle of delight by Rose's amiability and preference. To
other visitors she was delightfully cordial, but she kept Antony at
her side, and treated him with a familiar confidence she gave to no
one else. Even Mrs. Filmer was more polite. She had noticed between
Antony and her daughter a very intimate and apparently interesting
conversation, and she perceived that Rose was much impressed by its
tenor; and that she treated her lover with an unusual consideration.
It was therefore likely that something strange had occurred; and she
wisely accommodated herself to the mood it had induced.

But there was no conversation on the subject until they were at home.
Then Mrs. Filmer, in her dressing-gown and slippers, went to Rose's
room to receive her confidence. The girl was sitting half-undressed
before the fire, with a soft, happy expression on her face. She sighed
and smiled when her mother entered, and then began to uncoil her hair,
and to spread it loose over the back of the chair on which she sat.

"It is too long, Rose," said Mrs. Filmer, passing the shining locks
through her fingers. "You ought to have it cut a little."

"So many things ought to be done that are neglected. You came to hear
about Yanna, eh, mamma?"

"What did Mr. Van Hoosen say?"

"Yanna and he are both staying with their cousin, Miss Alida Van
Hoosen--you know papa sold her some land in Woodsome last summer. Miss
Van Hoosen has rented the Zabriski house, with all