ple's prospects are not very brilliant.
I hope he likes being cut out by Mr. Musselboro! Of course he will
have to marry Maria. I do not see how he can escape. Indeed, she is
too good for him;--only after such a marriage as that, there would
be an end to all his prospects as an artist. The best thing for them
would be to go to New Zealand."

John Eames certainly liked these evenings with Miss Demolines. He sat
at his ease in a comfortable chair, and amused himself by watching
her different little plots. And then she had bright eyes, and she
flattered him, and allowed him to scold her occasionally. And now
and again there might be some more potent attraction, when she would
admit him to take her hand,--or the like. It was better than to sit
smoking with men at the club. But he could not sit up all night even
with Madalina Demolines, and at eleven he got up to take his leave.
"When shall you see Miss Dale?" she asked him suddenly.

"I do not know," he answered, frowning at her. He always frowned at
her when she spoke to him of Miss Dale.

"I do not in the least care for your frowns," she said playfully,
putting up her hands to smooth his brows. "I think I know you
intimately enough to name your goddess to you."

"She isn't my goddess."

"A very cold goddess, I should think, from what I hear. I wish to ask
you for a promise respecting her."

"What promise?"

"Will you grant it me?"

"How can I tell till I hear?"

"You must promise me not to speak of me to her when you see her."

"But why must I promise that?"

"Promise me."

"Not unless you tell me why." Johnny had already assured himself that
nothing could be more improbable than that he should mention the name
of Miss Demolines to Lily Dale.

"Very well, sir. Then you may go. And I must say that unless you can
comply with so slight a request as that, I shall not care to see you
here again. Mr. Eames, why should you want to speak evil of me to Miss
Dale?"

"I do not want to speak evil of you."

"I know that you could not speak of me to her without at least
ridicule. Come, promise me. You shall come here Thursday evening, and
I will tell you why I have asked you."

"Tell me now."

She hesitated a moment, and then shook her head. "No. I cannot tell
you now. My heart is still bleeding with the memory of that poor
man's face. I will not tell you now. And yet it is now that you must
give me the promise. Will you not trust me so far as that?"

"I will