that very house. Mrs. Daintry's countenance, at this, fell several inches, and her joy appeared completely to desert her. She gave her sister-in-law a glance of ineffable reproach, and in a moment she exclaimed: "Then nothing is gained! it will all go on here!"
"Nothing will go on here. If you mean that Florimond will pursue the young lady into this mountain fastness, you may simply be quiet. He is not fond enough of me to wear out my threshold."
"Are you very sure?" Mrs. Daintry murmured, dubiously.
"I know what I say. Has n't he told you he hates me?"
Mrs. Daintry colored again, and hesitated. "I don't know how you think we talk," she said.
"Well, he does, and he will leave us alone."
Mrs. Daintry sprang up with an elasticity that was comical. "That 's all I ask!" she exclaimed.
"I believe you hate me too!" Lucretia said, laughing; but at any risk, she kissed her sister-in-law again before they separated.
Three weeks later Mrs. Daintry paid her another visit; and this time she looked very serious. "It 's very strange. I don't know what to think. But perhaps you know it already?" This was her entree en matière, as the French say. "Rachel's leaving Arlington Street has made no difference. He goes there as much as ever. I see no change at all. Lucretia, I have not the peace that I thought had
