We are a queer household, Ursula.

I am very fond of my dear little Lady Betty, but somehow I have never enjoyed writing to her since Etta one day handed to her one of my letters opened by mistake.

Lady Betty has fancied the mistake has occurred more than once.' I put down this letter with a sigh; it was the only painful one I had received from Gladys.

My remark about her writing to her brother had evidently upset her, but after this she did not speak much about Gladwyn, and by tacit consent we spoke little about any of her people except Lady Betty.

When I mentioned Mr.Hamilton I did so casually, and only with reference to my own work.