pretended, and only for the minute. It was really
a ruse of Lucy's to justify her despondency--a ruse of which she was not
herself conscious, for she was marching in the armies of darkness.

"And Freddy minds."

"Still, Freddy never hit it off with Vyse much, did he? I gathered that
he disliked the engagement, and felt it might separate him from you."

"Boys are so odd."

Minnie could be heard arguing with Miss Bartlett through the floor. Tea
at the Beehive apparently involved a complete change of apparel. Mr.
Beebe saw that Lucy--very properly--did not wish to discuss her action,
so after a sincere expression of sympathy, he said, "I have had an
absurd letter from Miss Alan. That was really what brought me over. I
thought it might amuse you all."

"How delightful!" said Lucy, in a dull voice.

For the sake of something to do, he began to read her the letter. After
a few words her eyes grew alert, and soon she interrupted him with
"Going abroad? When do they start?"

"Next week, I gather."

"Did Freddy say whether he was driving straight back?"

"No, he didn't."

"Because I do hope he won't go gossiping."

So she did want to talk about her broken engagement. Always complaisant,
he put the letter away. But she, at once exclaimed in a high voice, "Oh,
do tell me more about the Miss Alans! How perfectly splendid of them to
go abroad!"

"I want them to start from Venice, and go in a cargo steamer down the
Illyrian coast!"

She laughed heartily. "Oh, delightful! I wish they'd take me."

"Has Italy filled you with the fever of travel? Perhaps George Emerson
is right. He says that 'Italy is only an euphuism for Fate.'"

"Oh, not Italy, but Constantinople. I have always longed to go to
Constantinople. Constantinople is practically Asia, isn't it?"

Mr. Beebe reminded her that Constantinople was still unlikely, and that
the Miss Alans only aimed at Athens, "with Delphi, perhaps, if the roads
are safe." But this made no difference to her enthusiasm. She had always
longed to go to Greece even more, it seemed. He saw, to his surprise,
that she was apparently serious.

"I didn't realize that you and the Miss Alans were still such friends,
after Cissie Villa."

"Oh, that's nothing; I assure you Cissie Villa's nothing to me; I would
give anything to go with them."

"Would your mother spare you again so soon? You have scarcely been home
three months."

"She MUST spare me!" cried Lucy, in growing excitement. "I