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"Dorrance!" repeated Frederic, after his betrothed, when she

rehearsed to hi incidents of her brother's wooing "She lives near Boston,

you say, and her mother is a ?"

"Yes What have you ever heard about her?"

"Nothing whatever I was startled by the name--but very foolishly!

I once knew a family of Dorrances--New Yorkers--but the father, a

retired naval officer, was alive, and all the daughters were

est of theinal of the miniature to be"

"She is not more than twenty-two, at the most," Mabel was sure

Frederic's hurried articulation and abstracted manner excited her

curiosity, and unrestrained by Winston's curb, it was not

"quiescent" The thought was spoken so soon as it was for unpleasant in your intercourse with the objectionable in the people themselves? Could they have

been relatives of thisand her daughter? The name is not a

common one to my ears"

"Nor to mine; yet we have no proof to sustain your supposition I

should be very sorry--"

He stopped

Mabel studied his perturbed countenance with augmented uneasiness

"Was not the family respectable?"

"Perfectly,to shake off an

uncohed down at her serious face "They