mother. Ethel finds
out what she does not know. Bryce cannot go to modistes and milliners
with me."

"Well, Ethel does not pay as much attention as she might--she is
always going somewhere or other with that Englishman, that she says is a
relative--for my part, I doubt it."

"Oh, mother!"

"Girls will say anything, Dora, to hide a love affair. Why does she
never bring him here to call?"

"Because I asked her not. I do not want to make new friends, especially
English ones, now. I am so busy all day, and of course my evenings
belong to Basil."

"Yes, and there is no one to talk to me. Ethel and the Englishman
would pass an hour or two very nicely, and your father is very fond of
foreigners. I think you ought to ask Ethel to introduce him to us;
then we could have a little dinner for him and invite him to our opera
box--don't you agree with me, Bryce?"

"If Dora does. Of course, at this time, Dora's wishes and engagements
are the most important. I have seen the young man at the club with Shaw
McLaren and about town with Judge Rawdon and others. He seems a nice
little fellow. Jack Lacy wanted to introduce me to him yesterday, but I
told him I could live without the honor. Of course, if Dora feels
like having him here that is a very different matter. He is certainly
distinguished looking, and would give an air to the wedding."

"Is he handsome, Bryce?"

"Yes--and no. Women would rave about him; men would think him finical
and dandified. He looks as if he were the happiest fellow in the
world--in fact, he looked to me so provokingly happy that I disliked
him; but now that Dodo is my little sister again, I can be happy enough
to envy no one."

Then Dora slipped her hand into her brother's hand, and Bryce knew that
he might take his way to his little office in William Street, the advent
of Mr. Mostyn into his life being now as certain as anything in this
questionable, fluctuating world could be. As he was sauntering down
the avenue he met Ethel and he turned and walked back with her to the
Denning house. He was so good-natured and so good-humored that Ethel
could not avoid an inquisitive look at the usually glum young man, and
he caught it with a laugh and said, "I suppose you wonder what is the
matter with me, Miss Rawdon?"

"You look more than usually happy. If I suppose you have found a wife or
a fortune, shall I be wrong?"

"You come near the truth; I have found a sister. Do you know I am very
fond of Dora