It is full of admiration, but it is not the look with which she would say, as she just now said to Sligo Moultrie, "You always speak sincerely." She is still looking at the Prince, when Mr.Moultrie begins again: "I ought to be allowed to explain that I only meant that as a cage is a home, so it is often used as a snare.

Do you know, Miss Grace, that the prettiest birds are often put into the prettiest cages to entice other birds?
By-the-by, how lovely Laura Magot is this evening!" He cuts a small piece of the peach with his silver knife and puts it into his mouth, "Peaches are luxuries in June," he says, quietly.
This time it is at Sligo Moultrie that Miss Grace Plumer looks fixedly.
"What kind of birds, Mr.Moultrie ?" she says, at length.
"Miss Grace, do you know the story of the old Prince of Este ?" answers he, as he lays a bunch of grapes upon her plate.

She pulls one carelessly and lets it drop again.

He takes it and puts it in his mouth.
"No; what is the story ?" "There was an old Prince of Este who had a beautiful villa and a beautiful sister, and nothing else in the world but a fiery eye and an eloquent tongue." Sligo Moultrie flushes a little, and drinks a glass of wine.

Grace Plumer is a little paler, and more serious.