I believe you are jealous of Elsie Maddison." Daphne approached her slowly, and slowly dropped into a seat beside her friend, her eyes still fixed and splendid.

But as she looked into them Madeleine Verrier saw them suddenly dimmed.
"Daphne! you _are_ in love with him!" The girl recovered herself, clenching her small hands.

"If I am," she said resolutely, "it is strange how like the other thing it is! I don't know whether I shall speak to him to-night." "To-night ?" Mrs.Verrier looked a little puzzled.
"At the White House.

You're going, of course." "No, I am not going." The voice was quiet and cold.

"I am not asked." Daphne, vexed with herself, touched her friend's hand caressingly.