Lippa

'tis pity, and pity '

down in their sockets. 'Ugh!' Lippa shudders as she pokes her head in, just to have a look at the place where Jimmy bade her goodnight. She does even more, for she goes and lays her head agai

!' she exclaims, gazin

, and Paul appears at the open window. 'G

a lovely day again. I can't think how the oth

great liking to Miss Seaton. '

'wasn't it lovely. I wish it

u?' he

swers, blushing suddenly at the remem

quarter of an hour before you ran into

' is th

ce I was afraid to go after you and fled in the opposite direction

ppa, with a little conscious laug

l, quietly, and th

'Because-well ... you see, if you'd been there-now, if I tell you something, pro

and honour,'

ple asked me-to-

he's quite the nicest fellow I know. I con

But you won't tell anybody, will y

did you tell me, of all

now George couldn't keep anythin

happy, but look, Lady Dad

needn't ask if you are the worse for last night's

unt of good,' replies Paul, with a wink at Lippa, which ma

is being put straight again; sort yourselves, sort yourselves,' he adds, standing at the front door, surrounded by guests and vehicles. 'I reserve to myself the pleasur

to her chagrin that she is seated by Paul in a dog-cart, Jimmy and

you wish your secret to be kept from the oth

a si

already,' sa

wasn't sighing a bit,

e that,' i

and she glances up at him. 'I'm so sorry I said that,' she adds, notici

her a lower tone, 'don't you know, has no on

eaton in astonishment, 'oh

lies, 'but I should think no one has been

, is dead?' ask

hild, don't think of me as a lonely widower,' this with

ith tears, and she lays her hand on his unoccupied on

,' he says posses

s listened patiently to Lady Anne, who has gone through all the books she has read lately, arguing on t

ught he knows he may be agreeing that red's white, and white is black. But at last he say

fortune does he really mean to say, he

t quite hear what you said, I-er have ra

have you ever tried Menthol, white stuff that you rub on your forehead; and then there is a certain kind of powder, I can't remember what they are cal

se it, takes a vigorous sniff, but it is strong and proves

sonby, glancing round. 'Lady Anne

a headache, you know,' she replies, w

clearing has been made, and a small picturesque cottage has been built, with small diamond paned windows and a balcony running round two sides; the inmates, an old man and woman, who can provide water, are profuse in their greetings begging the company to sit in the balcony, and Lippa tired and sleepy with last night's exertion excuses herself from the members of the party who set out for a

o she remains quite still, presently the sound of voices breaks upon her ears, but she does not heed them. '

s saying. 'Yes; she i

ks me a dear little girl, doe

what her mother was at that

voice, but it never enters her h

and afterwards George thought it better that she should remai

very sad. At first, you know, the doctors had hopes that her rea

le her brain feels on fire. 'Mad? Then I might go mad too! Oh, horrible thought! Jimmy, Jimmy, what would you say if you knew? Oh, it is all cruel, cruel-' And then Philippa sits very still and ponders over many things, till the voices of the others laughin

d Helmdon. 'I do believe y

ippa. 'I have be

iss Appleby, a young l

hope,' put

should like to know,' says Dalr