Who could imagine him Irene's brother ?" His spirits were not in the least affected; indeed, every moment they grew more exuberant, as the wine he had drunk wrought progressively upon his brain.

Only he could have wished that his cheeks and ears did not burn so; seeing himself again in a glass, he decided that he was really too high-coloured.

It would pass, no doubt.

Meanwhile, his eyes kept seeking Miss Derwent.

The longer she escaped him, the more vehement grew his agitation.