"What does this mysterious gentleman look like, Eeny ?" "Very tall," said Eeny, "and very stately, with brown hair, and beard and mustache--a splendid mustache, Grace! and beautiful, bright brown eyes, something like yours.

Very good-looking, very polite, and with the smile of an angel.

There you have him." "I am as much at a loss as ever," said Grace, leaving the dining-room.
"This is destined to be an evening of arrivals I think." She ran upstairs for the second time, and opened the parlour door.

A gentleman before the fire, in the seat Eeny had vacated, arose at her entrance.

Grace stood still an instant, doubt, amaze, delight, alternately in her face; then with a cry of "Frank!" she sprang forward, and was caught in the tall stranger's arms.
"I thought you would recognize me in spite of the whiskers," said the stranger.