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Thank heaven, the worst had not happened The little creature's volatile

beauty fluttered back to her from time to time; there was a purified

transparent quality in it that had been wanting before It had still the

trick of fluctuating, vanishing, as if it had caught so of her

soul's caprice; but while it was there Mrs Nevill Tyson was a ht have preferred

this divine uncertainty to a more monotonous prettiness Tyson was not

one of these

One afternoon, about a fortnight after his return fro in the library with "the aniing, but it ceased as he ca on the floor; he picked it up and pitched it to the other end

of the room Then he came up to her and scanned her face closely

"What's theDo I--do I look funny?" She put her hand to her hair, a trick

of Mrs Nevill Tyson's when she was under criticisirl

"Oh, dah of that You must

stop it"

"What! Why?"

"Because it takes up your tiure--it has ruined your complexion--and it--it ot up and stood by the ith her back to Tyson She still held

the child to her breast, but she was not looking at hi her body slightly backwards and