I shall expect you to help me in this matter, Marian." "Naturally." "I have quite understood your relations with Maurice during the past year.

One, as a matter of course," with a shrug of her dainty shoulders, "lets the nearest man make love to one---- But Maurice must marry for money, and so must you." "You are all wisdom," says Marian, showing her lovely teeth.

"And this girl?
She has been here a week now, but as yet you have told me nothing about her." "I picked her up!" says Lady Rylton.

She lays down her fan--looks round her in a little mysterious fashion, as though to make doubly sure of the apparent fact that there is no one in the room but her niece and herself.

"It was the most providential thing," she says; "I was staying at the Warburtons' last month, and one day when driving their abominable ponies along the road, suddenly the little beasts took fright and bolted.