"Adieu, Grace.

Pardon this once, Mademoiselle, and for the remainder of the evening, for the remainder of my life, I am entirely at your service." Grace kept her station at the door watching for Kate.

In another half hour she appeared, slightly pale, but otherwise tranquil.

She was surrounded immediately by sundry "ginger-whiskered fellows," otherwise the officers from Montreal, and lost to the housekeeper's view.
The house-warming was a success.

Somewhere in the big, busy world perhaps, crime, and misery, and shame, and sorrow, and starvation, and all the catalogue of earthly horrors, were rife, but not at Danton Hall.
Time trod on flowers; enchanted music drifted the bright hours away; the golden side of life was uppermost; and if those gay dancers knew what tears and trouble meant, their faces never showed it.