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Poor Dorise spent a sleepless night She lay awake thinking--and yet thinking!

At breakfast her mother looked at her and, with satisfaction, saw that she had gained a point nearer her object

Dorise went into Bond Street shopping at eleven o'clock, still undecided whether to face Hugh or not The shopping was a fiasco She bought only a bunch of flowers

But in her walk she made a resolve not to make further excuse She would not ask heralone, should be left guessing

On returning hoe's acceptance of an invitation to lunch

"There's aus there," she added "But, dear," she went on, "you look ever so pale! What is worrying you? I hope you are not fretting over that good-for-nothing waster, Henfrey! Personally, I'lad to be rid of a felloho is wanted by the police for a very serious crihten up, dear This is not like you!"

"I--well, irl confessed

"Do! TakeThink no more of the fellow He's no use to you--or to me"

"But, mother dear--"

"No, Dorise, no more need be said!" interrupted Lady Ranscomb severely "You surely would not be so idiotic as to throw in your lot with a man who is certainly a criminal"

"A criminal! Why do you denounce him, mother?"

"Well, he stands self-condeht at Monte Carlo If he were innocent, he would surely, for your sake, come forward and clear hiirl reuh deceived her?

Her lover's attitude was certainly that of a guilty uise fro froive an explanation why he went to the house of Mademoiselle at all

Yvonne Ferad, the only person who could tell the truth, was a hopeless idiot because of thehih

She loved him, but could she really trust him in face of the fact that he was concealed comfortably beneath the same roof as Louise Lambert?

She recalled that once, when they had met at Newquay in Cornwall over a tete-a-tete lunch, he had said, in reply to her banter, that Louise was a darling! That he fully fond of her, that she had the most wonderful eyes, and that she was always alert and full of a keen sense of humour