So, good-luck to you! I'm sorry, though, for that cuisine in Paris, and the grand picnic at Fontainebleau, and Moban and Cerise.

But it can't be helped." He eyed Gaston curiously.

Gaston was not in the least deceived.

His uncle added presently, "But you will have supper with me just the same ?" Gaston consented, and at this point the ladies appeared.

He had a thrill of pleasure at hearing their praises, but, somehow, of all the fresh experiences he had had in England, this, the weightiest, left him least elated.