Give her a kiss and let her go." "You come down and sing to us to-night, my little Jack, in your blue gown," quoth Uncle Dick.

"Don't you ever let a time come when your singing won't be the sweetest sound in the world to me! Now go, and think of what we have said, and of poor Cary, ridden off to Greenwood!" Jacqueline gazed at the two for a moment, and made as if to speak, but the words died in her throat.

She uttered a broken cry, turned, groped a little for the door, found and opened it, and was gone.

They heard the click of her slippers upon the stairs, and presently the closing of a blind in the room that was hers.
The brothers sat heavily on in the sunshine-flooded library, the elder red and fuming, the younger silent and saturnine.

At last Colonel Dick broke out, "What the devil ails her, Edward?
Every decent young fellow in the county comes to Fontenoy straight as a bee to the honey-pot! I've heard them sighing for her and Unity, but I never could see that she favoured one man more than another,--and she's no coquette like Unity! Except for that fine blush of hers, I'd never have thought.