Mrs.Yorke, who had not on her glasses, handed the card to Alice.

She gave a little scream at the coincidence.
"Mr.Keith! How strange!" "What is that ?" asked her mother, quickly.

Her ears had caught the name.
"Why, it is Mr.Keith.I was just--." She stopped, for Mrs.Yorke's face spoke disappointment.
"I do not think we can see him," she began.
"Why, of course, I must see him, mamma.

I would not miss seeing him for anything in the world.

Go down, Bower, and say I will be down directly." The servant disappeared.
"Now, Alice," protested her mother, who had already exhausted several arguments, such as the inconvenience of the hour, the impoliteness of keeping the visitor waiting, as she would have to do to dress, and several other such excuses as will occur to mammas who have plans of their own for their daughters and unexpectedly receive the card of a young man who, by a bare possibility, may in ten minutes upset the work of nearly two years--"Now, Alice, I think it very wrong in you to do anything to give that young man any idea that you are going to reopen that old affair." Alice protested that she had no idea of doing anything like that.