A Mental Struggle. 47
her •with an Irrepressible smile from the open doorway.
She has no time to remember anything, and only grasps
the fact that he is a remarkably distinguished-looking
man, and that the wdiole scene is somewhat out of keep¬
ing with strict propriety. For once in her saucy life,
she blushes crimson.
" You there—actually on the spot—and yet you never
came to my rescue!" exclaims Sandie, gazing at him
reproachfully, when he has recovered his breath. " Ah !
it is a clever man who knows his friends from his foes.
An hour ago I believed in you; a minute ago in Sylvia;
and see to what a pass my childish trust has brought me !
Miss Yelverton—Mr. Brown."
Miss Yelverton makes her little bow with a demureness
that would lead one to believe she wouldn't hurt a fly to
save her life.
" If I had only known you were there I" she murmurs
sideways to Felix, making him a present of a swift coquet¬
tish glance from under her long lashes.
" She's blushing ! " cries Sandie ecstatically. " It is—it
Tnust be the real thing, because there's no rouge about; but
who would have believed it! Wonders will never cease !
She is positively ashamed of herself when she thinks on
her conduct to inoffensive me ! Miss Yelverton, this slight
display of feeling does credit to your 'ead and 'eart."
" He is very young, Mr. Brown," says Miss Yelverton
apologetically, in a little carefully distinct whisper. " I
hope you will excuse him. He is my friend; therefore I
find it necessary to make allowances for him."
"Are all your friends thus kindly dealt with ?" asks
Felix, smiling. " How I wish I might dare to think that
some day I should be included in your list! "
" To dare is to obtain," returns she, with a pretty
laugh, " Some day—who knows ?—I may call you too a
" * Some day' is always vague. For how long am I to
be put upon my trial ? Don't make it too long ! " pleads
he, in his low, musical voice—a, voice to which few women
have been deaf.
" Shall we say a week ?" demands Sylvia gaily. " Machia-