dled with love, as well as with happy anticipation of
coveted intercourse.

"I am so glad to see you, darling Granny. I could not wait until
to-morrow."

"And why should you, child? I have been watching for you all morning. I
want to hear about the Denning dinner. I suppose you went?"

"Yes, we went; we had to. Dinners in strange houses are a common
calamity; I can't expect to be spared what everyone has to endure."

"Don't be affected, Ethel. You like going out to dinner. Of course, you
do! It is only natural, considering."

"I don't, Granny. I like dances and theaters and operas, but I don't
like dinners. However, the Denning dinner was a grand exception. It gave
me and the others a sensation."

"I expected that."

"It was beautifully ordered. Majordomo Parkinson saw to that. If he had
arranged it for his late employer, the Duke of Richmond, it could not
have been finer. There was not a break anywhere."

"How many were present?"

"Just a dozen."

"Mr. Denning and Bryce, of course. Who were the others?"

"Mr. Stanhope, of course. Granny, he wore his clerical dress. It made
him look so remarkable."

"He did right. A clergyman ought to look different from other men. I
do not believe Basil Stanhope, having assumed the dress of a servant of
God, would put it off one hour for any social exigency. Why should he?
It is a grander attire than any military or naval uniform, and no court
dress is comparable, for it is the court dress of the King of kings."

"All right, dear Granny; you always make things clear to me, yet I meet
lots of clergymen in evening dress."

"Then they ought not to be clergymen. They ought not to wear coats in
which they can hold any kind of opinions. Who was your companion?"

"Jamie Sayer."

"I never heard of the man."

"He is an artist, and is painting Dora's likeness. He is getting on now,
but in the past, like all artists, he has suffered a deal."

"God's will be done. Let them suffer. It is good for genius to suffer.
Is he in love with you?"

"Gracious, Granny! His head is so full of pictures that no woman could
find room there, and if one did, the next new picture would crowd her
out."

"End that story, it is long enough."

"Do you know Miss Ullman?"

"I have heard of her. Who has not?"

"She has Bryce Denning on trial now. If he marries her I shall pity
him."

"Pity him! Not I, indeed! He would have his just reward. Like to like,
and Amen to it."

"Then there was C