He danced a great deal with Mrs.Bethune towards the end of the evening, and how charming he looked when dancing! She rests her arms--soft, naked arms, round and white as a child's--upon the dressing-table and wonders.

Wonders if that old story--the story her mother-in-law had told her of Maurice and Mrs.
Bethune--was really true.

Maurice did not look like that--like a man who would be dishonest.

Oh no! It is not true--that horrid story! Her eyes light up again; she goes back again to her hair, the arrangement of which, on account of its length, is difficult.

She piles it now far up on her head, and sticks little diamond pins into it.