CHAPTER XIII.
DREAMS AND WARNINGS "It's all ovah now!" exclaimed Lloyd, stifling a yawn and looking around the deserted drawing-room, where the candles burned low in their sconces, and the faded roses were dropping their petals on the floor.
Mr.Forbes and Doctor Tremont had just driven away to catch the midnight express for New York, and the last guest but Rob had departed.
"It's all over with that gown of yours, too, isn't it ?" asked Phil, glancing at the airy pink skirt, down whose entire front breadth ran a wide, zigzag rent.

"It's too bad, for it's the most becoming one I've seen you wear yet.

I'm sorry it must be retired from public life so early in its career." Lloyd drew the edges of the largest holes together.

"Yes, it's ruined beyond all hope, for I stepped cleah through it when I tripped on the stairs, and it pulled apart in at least a dozen places, just as a thin veil would.

But you'll see it again, and on anothah maid of honah.
M'haley nevah waited to see if I was hurt, but pounced on it and began to beg for it befoah I got my breath again.