"Ah, one can't say! Clifford is very young; but he is a nice boy." "He 's a likeable sort of boy, and he will be a rich man." This was Acton's last experiment.

Madame Munster turned away.
She made but a short visit and Felix took her home.

In her little drawing-room she went almost straight to the mirror over the chimney-piece, and, with a candle uplifted, stood looking into it.

"I shall not wait for your marriage," she said to her brother.

"To-morrow my maid shall pack up." "My dear sister," Felix exclaimed, "we are to be married immediately! Mr.Brand is too uncomfortable." But Eugenia, turning and still holding her candle aloft, only looked about the little sitting-room at her gimcracks and curtains and cushions.