Don't you think so, Kate ?" "He is well-bred," said Kate, listlessly.

"I think I prefer Father Francis.

Good-night, papa." She kissed her father and went slowly up to her room.

Eunice was there waiting to undress her, and Kate lay back in an arm chair while the girl took down and combed out her long hair.

She lay with half-closed eyes, dreaming tenderly, not of this evening, not of Dr.Danton, but of another, handsomer, dearer, and far away..