I like that Arnault business to-night less than ever." Mr.and Mrs.Muir were anxiously awaiting them on the piazza as they trotted smartly up the avenue.

"It's all right," cried Graydon.
"The horse has learned to know his mistress, and will give no more trouble." "I wish you had as much sense," growled Muir, in his mustache; then added, aloud, "Come to supper.

Mary could not eat anything till assured of your safety." "Yes, Henry, I won't keep you waiting a moment, but go in with my habit on.

I suppose the rest are all through, and I'm as ravenous as a wolf." They were soon having the merriest little supper, full of laughing reminiscence, and Henry rubbed his hands under the table as he thought, "Arnault is off mooning with the speculator, and Graydon doesn't look as if the green-eyed monster had much of a grip upon him." Miss Wildmere's solicitude would not permit her to prolong her walk with Arnault, and she returned to the parlor comparatively early in the evening.

She found Graydon awaiting her, and he was as quietly devoted as ever.