Meg, of Valencia

eat but li

ch is no

the weather was so hot that the heavy, poorly cooked meal was appreciated by no one but the hostes

e that a breeze gently stirred the leaves of the trees. Turning with a sigh from the temptations without, she glanced at her aunt. The work of entertai

beheld the wreck. Turning, she met Robert

evening I met you,-that you were a gourmand.

rted; "but if you had been giving the proper attenti

pecially as you are co-hostess-" she put up a deprecating hand-

ess, did

hing come to an end? I'm dying to get o

pered back. "Let me

ate, and then said apolog

rk, "this is what Delia called the 'entry.' Delia claims to be the direc

ns. And after the 'entry,'

d as you and Mr. Spencer are sociably inclined, Auntie will forego the pleasure of

he information,"

the conversation was general for a time, and then Robert said lightly

e walk. Mr. Spencer looked after their retreating forms, a

ly sparkling and gay. Mrs. Weston was astonished, for she had never seen her in such a mood, though she h

; and then, enthusiastically, "I think it is j

will be such a handsome monk in his brown bath-robe! And will h

then asked gushingly, "Do

e replied, when forced to do so by the direc

omance in a love affair, but I confess th

pted Mr. Spencer. "They probably are

e look of a wounded animal in her eyes, said, "I will be ther