Winifred looked at him anxiously, with eyes almost as troubled as his
own.

"Yes," she said in an undertone, "and let us get away as soon as
possible."

Mrs. Gray consented genially to be escorted to the room, elaborately
decorated, where charmingly-gowned young women dispensed elegant
refreshments. Several gentlemen, among whom Hubert recognized elders
of the church, with their wives and other ladies, passed gay bandinage
one to another as they sipped cooling ices. Hubert took nothing, but
stood, silent and stern, while his mother, unconscious of the tempest
in his breast, leisurely and daintily enjoyed her refreshment.

"Where are the poor people?" Hubert asked Winifred in something of his
old sarcastic tone, as they left the room.

"I am afraid they are not here," said she, gently. Then she glanced
around. "Yes, there are some, I see. There is Madge Nichol, that
young woman in the stylish blue dress. She has done sewing for me, and
seemed to need the money very much. But see how she is dressed! It
must be much beyond her means."

Then a womanly intuition smote her, and she looked down at her own
costly dress.

"I see how it is, Hubert," she said. "I think we are to blame. No
girl would like to meet us in this way unless she were well dressed."

"I should advise them to stay away," said Hubert. "They would lose
nothing valuable."

"That is what I shall do, I think," said Winifred with a sigh. "Do let
us get away as soon as mother is ready."

"Shall I see if the carriage is waiting, mother?" said Hubert,
interrupting when he could a discussion of the best places in which to
spend the coming heated term.

"You might," Mrs. Gray replied, "I did not wish to stay late."

Hubert went out with alacrity to signal the faithful coachman, already
in waiting.

They had soon departed, and both young people were glad to get out
under the pure, gleaming stars and hasten the carriage to the dear home
where the face of the Lord had first been seen by each, and was yet to
be seen in increasing loveliness.

Hubert found his father still in the library, but asleep. He awoke as
his son entered.

"Well, Hubert," he said, "did you have a good time?"

"No, sir," Hubert replied, "I had a wretched time."

"How was that?" his father asked. "What happened?"

"Nothing happened that I expected. I thought there would be some there
who knew and loved Jesus Christ, and would wish to talk of Him. I did
not he