Promise you will not tell anyone else," she bargained.
"Oh! I promise," and John Derringham jumped up--his movements were always quick and decided and full of nervous force.

"I will bring my hostess to see you on Monday or Tuesday, Master," he announced, as he said good-by.

"And prepare yourself to fall at her feet like all the rest of us--Merlin and Vivien, you know.

It will be a just punishment for your scathing remarks." When they were outside in the garden Halcyone spoke not a word.

The beds were a glory of spring bulbs, and every bud on the trees was bursting with its promise of coming leaf.