Colonel Voyt, you know, is right." Mrs.Blessingbourne at this gave one of the slow soft silent headshakes to which she often resorted and which, mostly accompanied by the light of cheer, had somehow, in spite of the small obstinacy that smiled in them, a special grace.

With this grace, for a moment, her friend, looking her up and down, appeared impressed, yet not too much so to take the next minute a decision.

"Oh my dear, I'm sorry to differ from any one so lovely--for you're awfully beautiful to-night, and your frock's the very nicest I've ever seen you wear.

But he's as right as he can be." Maud repeated her motion.

"Not so right, at all events as he thinks he is.