It isn't that, either, dear--only, when it was raining so deliciously the other day I was silly enough to think I scented the spring in the park.

I was glad of a change you know--any excuse to stop this eternal carnival I live in." "What is the matter ?" demanded Mrs.Ferrall, withdrawing her finger from the pages and plumping the closed book down on her knee.

"You'd better tell me, Sylvia; you might just as well tell me now as later when my persistence has vexed us both.

Now, what has happened ?" "I have been--imprudent," said Sylvia, in a low voice.
"You mean,"-- Mrs.Ferrall looked at her keenly--"that he has been here ?" "No.

I telephoned him; and I asked him to drive with me." "Oh, Sylvia, what nonsense! Why on earth do you stir yourself up by that sort of silliness at this late date?
What use is it?
Can't you let him alone ?" "I--No, I can't, it seems.