may be thought that Jackson Lemon took himself rather seriously; and indeed I am afraid that if he had not done so there would have been no occasion for my writing this little history. But it made him almost sick to hear his engagement spoken of as a curious and ambiguous phenomenon. He might have his own ideas about it—one always had about one's engagement; but the ideas that appeared to have peopled the imagination of his friends ended by kindling a little hot spot in each of his cheeks. "I would rather not talk any more about my little plans," he added to Dexter Freer. "I have been saying all sorts of absurd things to Mrs. Freer."
"They have been most interesting," that lady declared. "You have been very stupidly treated."
"May she tell me when you go?" her husband asked of the young man.
"I am going now; she may tell you whatever she likes."
"I am afraid we have displeased you," said Mrs. Freer; "I have said too much what I think. You must excuse me, it's all for your mother."
"It 's she whom I want Lady Barberina to see!" Jackson Lemon exclaimed, with the inconsequence of filial affection.
"Deary me!" murmured Mrs. Freer.
"We shall go back to America to see how you get on," her husband said; "and if you succeed, it will be a great precedent."
"Oh, I shall succeed!" And with this he took his
