"And you dear,--I shall call you Everard, mayn't I ?--you look just as I hoped you might.

Will you take me upstairs, please?
Nurse, you can follow us." She leaned heavily on his arm and even loitered on the way, but her steps grew lighter as they approached her own apartment.

Finally, as they reached the corridor, she broke away from him and tripped on with the gaiety almost of a child to the door of her room.

Then came a little cry of disappointment as she flung open the door.

Several maids were there, busy with a refractory fire and removing the covers from the furniture, but the room was half full of smoke and entirely unprepared.
"Oh, how miserable!" she exclaimed.