MRS.

MUIR'S ACCOUNT After a light supper Graydon went in search of Stella, but she was nowhere to be found, nor had the warm evening lured Mrs.Wildmere from her room.

He had learned that Arnault was still at the house, and he inferred, from the surpassing beauty of the moonlit evening, that his rival would not let such witching hours pass without an effort to turn them to account.

With a frown he retreated from the music, dancing, and gayety of a full house, and went up to Mrs.Muir's room.
That lady was found writing to her husband, but she welcomed Graydon, and began volubly: "I'm very glad you have come; I'm so full and overflowing about Madge that I had to write to Henry." "It certainly does seem an odd proceeding on her part--this remaining all night at a farmhouse among strangers," was his discontented reply.
"It would be odd in any one but Madge.

I do not think there are many girls in this house who would be guilty of such eccentricities--certainly not Miss Wildmere," she added, with a rather malicious twinkle in her eyes.