admiration. He had had no vulgar rival. "Yes," he repeated gravely, "she might do worse."
"I suppose she might. He's poor, but he's clever; and I'm sure I hope to Heaven he loves her!"
Ferdinand said nothing.
"May I ask," he resumed at length, "whether they became engaged yesterday, on that walk around the lawn?"
"No; it would be fine if they had, under our very noses! It was all done while Caroline was at the Stapletons'. It was agreed between them yesterday that she should tell me at once."
"And when are they to be married?"
"In September, if possible. Caroline told me to tell you that she counts upon your staying for the wedding."
"Staying where?" asked Mason, with a little nervous laugh.
"Staying here, of course,—in the house."
Ferdinand looked his hostess full in the eyes, taking her hand as he did so. "|'The funeral baked meats did coldly furnish forth the marriage tables.'"
"Ah, hold your tongue!" cried Mrs. Mason, pressing his hand. "How can you be so horrible? When Caroline leaves me, Ferdinand, I shall be quite alone. The tie which binds us together will be very much slackened by her marriage. I can't help thinking that it was never very close, when I con-
