nd soul into the question of the use of cooking classes;
it is some time before the old lady rises to depart, and then, of
course, Mabel thinks it necessary that the baby should be visited so
they mount to the nursery.

'Well, and what was the cause of the withering glance you directed at me
about ten minutes ago?' asks Dalrymple, when they are left alone, Lippa
and he.

'You know quite well,' she replies, removing her boa and settling
herself comfortably before the fire, her feet resting on the fender.

'I declare I do not,' says Dalrymple, regardless of speaking the truth,
for he loves to see Lippa indignant.

'More shame for you then, but you know quite well, you were laughing at
Lady Dadford, and what's worse you tried to make me, I hope you are not
in the habit of laughing at people, are you? Because if you are I shall
certainly not'--

'What?'

'Marry you.'

'Will you throw me over a second time; you will soon become expert at
it?'

'Jimmy,' cries she, 'how can you talk like that.'

'You suggested it first,' says he.

'I said so conditionally.'

'Yes, and that was that I must not smile at anybody, and suppose I
cannot help it, it being my nature to do so?'

Miss Seaton looks up at him and says, 'I sha'n't marry you, that's all'

'All,' repeats he, 'it's a good deal, I don't know what you could call
more.'

Lippa smiles. 'Oh you silly boy,' she says, 'you look as grave as a
judge. Mabel, if she happened to come in, would think we had been
quarrelling already.'

'Then you intend doing so later on?' queries he.

'Certainly; we should be very dull if we didn't, besides there will be
always the making up.'

'Oh what a child you are,' says he laughing, 'but do you really love
me?'

'Of course,' replies she gaily, and then seeing how earnest he is she
goes up to him and slipping her arms round his neck she says, 'there is
one thing you have not done.'

'What is it?' asks he.

'You've never settled where we are to live.'

'And more important still, you will not settle when we are to be
married.'

'Not just yet; you see I shall have to get some clothes, and they
couldn't be ready before Lent, and it would be unlucky to be married
then.'

'That will put it off for at least three months,' objects he.

'Yes--don't you think the end of June would do nicely?'

'It will have to I suppose, but it is a long time off.'

'Never mind, it will soon be gone,' says Miss Seaton sweetly.

'June be it