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Archer continued to stare through her as though she had been transparent All he saas the tru head

After a moment he ventured: "You don't happen to knohy Madame Olenska went to Boston? I hope it was not on account of bad news?"

Miss Blenker took this with a cheerful incredulity "Oh, I don't believe so She didn't tell us as in the telegram I think she didn't want the Marchioness to know She's so ro, isn't she? Doesn't she remind you of Mrs Scott-Siddons when she reads 'Lady Geraldine's Courtship'? Did you never hear her?"

Archer was dealing hurriedly with crowding thoughts His whole future see down its endless e was ever to happen He glanced about hirove under which the dusk was gathering It had seeht to have found Madame Olenska; and she was far away, and even the pink sunshade was not hers

He frowned and hesitated "You don't know, I suppose--I shall be in Boston toe to see her--"

He felt that Miss Blenker was losing interest in hih her smile persisted "Oh, of course; how lovely of you! She's staying at the Parker House; it must be horrible there in this weather"

After that Archer was but intered He could only re her entreaty that he should await the returning fath, with his hostess still at his side, he passed out of range of the wooden Cupid, unfastened his horses and drove off At the turn of the lane he saw Miss Blenker standing at the gate and waving the pink parasol