"I'm so sorry I shan't see you again; I am only in Rouen for this evening, or I should ask you to come to see me.

I am leaving to-morrow morning.

Good-night .-- Yes, mamma." The three figures went toward the bright lights of the club-house.

She was leaning on Macauley's arm and chatting gaily, smiling up at him brightly.

John watched her till she was lost in the throng on the veranda.