their position here. They're as well received as the other guests."
"There's something awry. I wish I could get it. It's all there in my brain, but I haven't time to think it out, now and here. Never mind. Only wait, and be ready! Come, we'll go in. I'll talk to you later. Here's Mrs. Selwyn now."
Their hostess sailed past on a young man's arm, and, holding out a hand, carried Astro in with her to a seat at the end of the room. Valeska was promptly annexed by Selwyn, a short, puffy little man with mutton-chop whiskers and a fat stomach. He had the air of not being at all at home in his own house. Nobody could seem so harmless and timid as this chubby roundfaced host. He might have been an awkward servant, in his endeavors to efface himself. Seeing Valeska left alone, he offered his arm in a sudden access of courage. She was not like the others, and apparently he was not afraid of her.
"Infernal humbug, all this sort of thing!" he grumbled.
"Why, what do you mean?" she answered, a little surprised.
"Having this fool palm-reader here, and all that. Bosh!"
Valeska could scarcely repress a titter. But Selwyn was evidently quite serious about it. Seeing that he had no idea who she was, she humored him.
"It is nonsense, of course," she said gravely; "but I think that Mr. Astro is quite modest about it, don't you?"
"Oh, he's all right,—he has to make a living, I suppose,—but the women make such fools of themselves
