lf-mad with her gay witchery.

Then home they all came to supper, where waited them McNish and his
mother with Mr. McGinnis, for they had been unable to join in the motor
drive.

"Ma certie, lassie! But ye're a sight for sare een. What hae ye bin
daein tae her, Mr. Jack," said Mrs. McNish, as she welcomed them at the
door.

"The Lord only knows," said Jack.

"But, man, look at her!" exclaimed the old lady.

"I have been, all day long," replied Jack with a gallant attempt at
gaiety.

"Oh, Mrs. McNish," cried the girl, rippling with joyous laughter,
"he won't even look at me. He just--what do you say--glowers, that's
it--glowers at me. And we have had such a wonderful day. Come, Jack, get
yourself ready for supper. You have only a few minutes."

She caught her arm through his and laughing shamelessly into his eyes,
drew him away.

"I say, Adrien," said Jack, driven finally to desperation and drawing
her into the quiet of the library, "I am awfully glad you are so happy
and all that, but I don't see the necessity of rubbing it into a fellow.
You know how I feel. I am glad for you and--I am glad for Rupert. Or, at
least I told him so."

"But, Jack," said the girl, her eyes burning with a deep inner glow,
"Rupert has nothing to do with it. Rupert, indeed," and she laughed
scornfully. "Oh, Jack, why can't you see?"

"See what?" he said crossly.

"Jack," she said softly, turning toward him and standing very near him,
"you remember the note you sent me?"

"Note?"

"The note you sent the night of the hockey dance?"

"Yes," said Jack bitterly, "I remember."

"And you remember, too, how horrid I was to you the next time I saw you?
How horrid? Oh, Jack, it broke my heart." Her voice faltered a moment
and her shining eyes grew dim. "I was so horrid to you."

"Oh, no," said Jack coolly, "you were kind. You were very kind and
sisterly, as I remember."

"Jack," she said and her breath began to come hurriedly, "I got that
note yesterday. Only yesterday, Jack."

"Yesterday?"

"Yes, only yesterday. And I read it, Jack," she added with a happy
laugh. "And in that note, Jack, you said--do you remember--"

But Jack stood gazing stupidly at her. She pulled the note from her
bosom.

"Oh, Jack, you said--"

Still Jack gazed at her.

"Jack, you will kill me. Won't you hurry? Oh, I can't wait a moment
longer. You said you were going to tell me something, Jack." She stood
radiant, breathless and madly alluring. "An