THE WINE OF THE GODS The rink was ablaze with fairy-lights under the starry sky.

Rose de Vigne, exquisitely fair in ruby velvet and ermine furs paused on the verandah, looking pensively forth.
Very beautiful she looked standing there, and Captain Brent of the Sappers striding forth with his skates jingling in his hand stopped as one compelled.
"Are you waiting for someone, Miss de Vigne?
Or may I escort you ?" She looked at him with a faint smile as if in pity for his disappointment.

"Too late, I am afraid, Captain Brent.

I have promised Sir Eustace to skate with him." "Who ?" Brent glanced towards the rink.

"Why, he's down there already dancing about with your little cousin.