Moonbeams from the Larger Lunac

tempted and done. The fact that the Congregational Times declares that this chapter will undermine the whole foundations of English Society and let it fall, we pass

. .

looking at

n't know,"

she hadn't known that he didn't

nd no

woman's innate tact could save it. Dorothea O

ed to he

o the window," she sai

to the window and sat beneath

t know," s

de Vere; "h

loved me, although you didn

ere simply. "I loved

endid!"

ned to the table, the empty plate in his hand. His w

the billiard-room," she

ow, too?" a

e said carelessly.

es, mo

how had she learned it? de Vere ask

carelessly. "After all, what is there wrong in it, piccolo p

ned to th

c-room," she said, "and give him his go

h seemed so natural to her, "don't let us think ab

d de Vere, half convin

oke off, gaily dipping a macaroon in a glass of creme de menthe and offering it to him with a pretty

e Vere, pointing at Mr.

d Dorothea. "Of cou

want to buy the t

. .

owed brought a str

e

at the polo ground, in the park, everywhere the

it in the gallery and Dorothea downstairs; at times one of them would sit in Row A, another in Row B, and a third in Row C; at other times two would sit in Row B and one in Row C;

ost perplexing, maddening triangles that ev

. .

ent was bou

c

late at

ted hall of the Grand Palaver Hotel, where they had had supp

ionately, "I want to take you away

in the face. Then she put her

come," s

ails for England to-morrow at midnight.

ionately, "Dearest, I will follow you to Eng

hought a moment

ird car. The fourth footman will bring my things-I can rely on him; the fifth housemaid can have them all ready-she would neve

again-then

sk. It is not much. I hardly think you would refuse

s face b

you?"

at the play, at a restaurant, anywhere -that I can reach out and touch him. I know," she continued, "that it's only a wild fancy and that others would laugh at it, but you can understa

renunciation lit

him," h

weeny thing? William, the second chauffeur-I think he would fade away if I were gone-may I bring him, too? Yes! O m

Vere half bitterly; "we

cashier's desk, his open purse still in his hand, a

whether it, too, when up against the irresistible, dissolv

ty heart echo

out and the night