teens. Unconsciously to himself, Gervase sighed as he caught a
view of her delicate profile, and Lady Fulkeward's sharp ears
heard the sound of that sigh.

"Isn't that a charming little party over there?" she asked. "Young
people, you know! They always like to be together! That very sweet
girl, Miss Murray, was so much distressed about her brother to-
day,--something was the matter with him--a touch of fever, I
believe,--that she begged me to let Fulke dine with them in order
to distract Mr. Denzil's mind. Fulke is a dear boy, you know--very
consoling in his ways, though he says so little. Then Mr. Courtney
volunteered to join them, and there they are. The Chetwynd Lyles
are gone to a big dinner at the Continental this evening."

"The Chetwynd Lyles--let me see. Who are they?" mused Gervase
aloud, "Do I know them?"

"No,--that is, you have not been formally introduced," said Dr.
Dean." Sir Chetwynd Lyle is the editor and proprietor of the
London Daily Dial, Lady Chetwynd Lyle is his wife, and the two
elderly-youthful ladies who appeared as 'Boulogne fishwives' last
night at the ball are his daughters."

"Cruel man!" exclaimed Lady Fulkeward with a girlish giggle. "The
idea of calling those sweet girls, Muriel and Dolly, 'elderly-
youthful!'"

"What are they, my dear madam, what are they?" demanded the
imperturbable little savant. "'Elderly-youthful' is a very
convenient expression, and applies perfectly to people who refuse