old one. Violet
resolves that he shall love her. She is sweet and engaging and quite
captivated by him, as is evident by her girlish frankness and
admiration.

The two go up-stairs together, while the gentlemen indulge in a last
cigar.

"It was delightful!" Miss Murray says. "Why, I never saw anything
really lovelier at Newport, though there is more magnificence. And Mr.
Grandon's dancing is perfection. I never enjoyed a partner better. How
very handsome he is! I _was_ envied," she cries, with eager delight; "I
saw it in the eyes of the other girls. Tell me if you think he is given
to flirting; but you know girls _do_ run after such a handsome young
fellow! I never should," she declares, naively. "Oh, Miss Brade has
asked us to lawn tennis to-morrow, with tea and a little dancing in the
evening! And if you want to give _me_ a pleasure," she adds, with a
seductive smile, "let it be a German. I do adore Germans."

She kisses Violet good night in a sweet, girlish way, and her last
thought is of Eugene Grandon's handsome face.

CHAPTER XXVI.

"And what's the thing beneath the skies
We two would most forget?"

Lucia Brade comes over the next morning and renews her invitation to
the rather impromptu lawn tennis, including Violet.

"Of course you will go," decides Miss Murray, persuasively, for she
must have some one to keep her in countenance with this attractive
young man.

It proves rather dull for Violet, though Eugene insists upon giving her
a few lessons, and she feels really interested, but she does not want
to detach him from Miss Murray. The supper is out of doors and is
undeniably gay. Violet obligingly plays most of the evening,
accompanied by a violin. She has discussed the German with Lucia, and
that evening lays it before her husband.

"Of course," he answers, indulgently. "Let it be Tuesday evening. I
wish Eugene would attend to it."

Eugene is elated at being master of ceremonies. They write
invitations,--just a young people's party in honor of Miss Murray. Of
course madame must be included.

"I don't see why," says Eugene.

"I think Mr. Grandon would rather," Violet replies, with a faint touch
of entreaty.

Miss Murray studies on this problem, and afterwards says privately to
Eugene, "If I was Mrs. Grandon I should be jealous of that superb
woman. Why, she looks as if she could beguile any one."

"Floyd isn't the kind to be beguiled, you see," and he gives a short
laugh, but presen