As to the others--the Mayors--well, you may judge from Mr.Henderson.

It is a wonder that I did not run away or do something desperate.

Now, are you not a LITTLE sorry ?" Her voice, which had as many capricious changes as her manner, had been alternately coquettish, petulant, and serious, had now become playful again.

But, like the rest of her sex, she was evidently more alert to her surroundings at such a moment than her companion, for before he could make any reply, she said, without apparently looking, "But there is a deputation coming for you, Mr.Hathaway.You see, the case is hopeless.

You never would be able to give to one what is claimed by the many." Paul glanced down the rose-alley, and saw that the deputation in question was composed of the Mayor, Mr.Woods, a thin, delicate-looking woman,--evidently Mrs.Woods,--and Milly.