Her stern employer failed to pierce the muslin fortifications of her guilty bosom and discern the moral turpitude lurking there.

She stole a last anxious glance at her still plump wrist where the diamond bracelet had softly clasped her flesh, and then softly sighed in relief as the master calmly said: "Miss Justine, I have a gentleman of some distinction to entertain to-day at tiffin.

An official visitor.

I would be thankful if you would do the honors.

Will you kindly join us in the reception room in half an hour, and I will present Major Hawke, my old friend.