PART II.
CHAPTER I THE MINISTERING ANGEL "And what am I going to do ?" demanded Mrs.Ermsted fretfully.

She was lounging in the easiest chair in Mrs.Ralston's drawing-room with a cigarette between her fingers.

A very decided frown was drawing her delicate brows.

"I had no idea you could be so fickle," she said.
"My dear, I shall welcome you here just as heartily as I ever have," Mrs.Ralston assured her, without lifting her eyes from the muslin frock at which she was busily stitching.
Mrs.Ermsted pouted.

"That may be.