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Ferrall, his legs swinging busily, thought again; then: "Who was the girl, Stephen?"

"I don't think the papersyour pardon; I thought she was some notorious actress--everybody said so … Who were those callow fools who put you up to it? … Never mind if you don't care to tell But it strikes me they are candidates for club discipline as well as you It was up to theovernors I think--"

"No, I think not"

Ferrall, legs swinging busily, considered him

"Too bad," he mused; "they need not have dropped you--"

"Oh, they had to But as long as the Lenox takes no action I can live that down"

Ferrall nodded: "I cae from Grace--confound it! as it? Oh--could you--before dinner--now--just sit down and with that infernal facility of yours ?"

"Why yes--if Mrs Ferrall wishes--"

He walked over to the desk in his shirt-sleeves, sat down, drew a blank sheet of paper toward hi rushing frantically across the stubble, and after hiun in hand, the rinned Ferrall over his shoulder "There! O Lord! but you have hit it! Put a ticked saddle on the cur--there!"

"Who is this supposed to be?" began Siward, looking up But "Wait!" chuckled his host, seizing the still wet sketch, and made for the door

Siward strolled into the bath-rooers, returned and buttoned his waistcoat, then, co an unhurried toilet, went out and down the stairway to the big living-room There were two or three people there--Mrs Leroy Morti, black hair and eyes that slanted just enough; Rena Bonnesdel, s in a peculiarly innocent way; Miss Caithness, very pale and slihtfully shy and interested, and having a splendid time with any woman who could afford the intellectual leisure

Siward spoke pleasantly to thee who looked like a school-marm and rode like a demon; Eileen Shannon, pink and white as a thorn blossorey eyes; Kathryn Tassel and Mrs Vendenning whom he did not know, and finally his hostess Grace Ferrall with her piquant, alure of an adolescent

She gave Siward one pretty sun-browned hand and laid the other above his, holding it a ht clasp