glancing towards the great woman, who was just out of ear-shot.

"My dear Wanda," put in Deulin, in a voice of gravest protest, "you
surely do not expect that of a lady who housekeeps for all humanity.
Miss Mangles is one of our leaders of thought. I saw her so described in
a prominent journal of Smithville, Ohio. Miss Mangles, in her care for
the world, has no time to think of an individual household."

"Besides," said Netty, "we have no settled home in America. We live
differently. We have not the comfort of European life."

And she gave a little sigh, looking wistfully across the plain. Martin
noticed that she had a pretty profile, and the tenderest little droop of
the lips.

At this moment a race, the last on the card, put a stop to further
conversation, and Netty refused, very properly, to deprive Martin of the
use of his field-glasses.

"I can see," she said, in her confidential way, "well enough for myself
with my own eyes."

And Martin looked into the eyes, so vaunted, with much interest.

"I am sure," she said to Wanda, when the race was over, "that I saw Mr.
Cartoner a short time ago. Has he gone?"

"I fancy he has," was the reply.

"He did not see us. And we quite forgot to tell him the number of our