I shall tell my husband all that has happened, and he will make the Government treat you honestly; if not generously.

I assure you, Jennie, that Lord Donal--no, I won't mention his name, since you protest so strenuously--but the future young man, whoever he is, will not think the less of you because you come to him with a handsome dowry.

But here we are at home; and I won't say another word on the subject if it annoys you." When Jennie reached her delightful apartments--which looked even more luxuriantly comfortable bathed in the soft radiance that now flooded them from quiet-toned shaded lamps than they did in the more garish light of day--she walked up and down her sitting-room in deep meditation.

She was in a quandary--whether or not to risk sending a coded telegram to her paper was the question that presented itself to her.

If she were sure that no one else would learn the news, she would prefer to wait until she had further particulars of the Treasury catastrophe.