 in walked the Dean--a short, plain man, with a mirthful
eye, a substantial person, and legs which became his knee-breeches.

'Thirty-five minutes, Dean!' said the handsome youth, who had been
talking to Lady Venetia, as he held up his watch.

'It is a remarkable fact, Reggie,' said the Dean, laying his hand
on the lad's shoulder, 'that your watch has gained persistently ever
since I was first acquainted with you. Ah, well, keep it ahead, my
boy. A diplomatist must be egged on somehow.'

'I thought the one condition of success in that trade was the
patience to do nothing,' said a charming voice. 'Don't interfere
with Reggie's prospects, Dean.'

'Has he got any?' said the Dean, maliciously. 'My dear Mrs.
Wellesdon, you are a "sight for sair een."'

And he pressed the new-comer's hand between both his own, surveying
her the while with a fatherly affection and admiration.

Lucy looked up, a curious envy at her heart. She saw the beautiful
lady in pink, who had come across the room to greet the Dean.
_Was_ she beautiful? Lucy hurriedly asked herself. Perhaps
not, in point of feature, but she held her head so nobly, her
colour was so subtle and lovely, her eye so speaking, and her mouth
so sweet, she carried about with her a preeminence so natural and
human, that beauty was in truth the only word that fitted her. Now,
as the Dean passed on from her to some one else, she glanced down
at the little figure in terra-cotta satin, and, with a kindly
diffident expression, she sat down and began to talk to Lucy.
Marcia Wellesdon was a sorceress, and could win whatever hearts she
pleased. In a few moments she so soothed Lucy's nervousness that
she even beguiled from her some bright and natural talk about the
journey and the house, and Lucy was rapidly beginning to be happy,
when the signal for dinner was given, and a general move began.

At dinner Mr. Edwardes bestowed his conversation for a decent space
of time--say, during the
in walked the Dean -- a short, plain man, with a gay 
 center, a substantial person, and legs which become his stifle - breeches. 

' Thirty - five minutes, Dean!' said the fine-looking youth, who had been 
 talking to Lady Venetia, as he apply up his watch. 

' It is a remarkable fact, Reggie,' suppose the Dean, laying his hand 
 on the lad's shoulder,' that your watch has gained persistently ever 
 since I was foremost acquainted with you. Ah, well, keep it ahead, my 
 boy. A diplomat must be egged on somehow.' 

' I thought the one condition of success in that trade was the 
 solitaire to do nothing,' said a charming spokesperson.' Don't interfere 
 with Reggie's prospects, Dean.' 

' Has he got any?' allege the Dean, maliciously.' My dear Mrs. 
 Wellesdon, you are a " sight for sair een. "' 

 And he pressed the new - comer's bridge player between both his own, surveying 
 her the while with a fatherly affection and admiration. 

 Lucy looked up, a curious envy at her heart. She saw the beautiful 
 lady in pink, who had come across the room to greet the Dean. 
 _ Was _ she beautiful? Lucy hurriedly asked herself. Perhaps 
 not, in detail of feature, but she held her headway therefore nobly, her 
 colour was so subtle and adorable, her eye therefore speaking, and her mouth 
 therefore sweet, she carried about with her a preeminence so natural and 
 human, that smasher was in truth the only word that fitted her. Now, 
 as the Dean passed on from her to some one else, she glanced down 
 at the small figure in terra - cotta satin, and, with a kindly 
 diffident expression, she sat down and began to spill the beans to Lucy. 
 Marcia Wellesdon was a sorceress, and could win whatever hearts she 
 pleased. In a few here and now she so soothed Lucy's nervousness that 
 she even beguiled from her some undimmed and natural talk about the 
 journey and the house, and Lucy was rapidly beginning to be felicitous, 
 when the signal for dinner was given, and a cosmopolitan move began. 

 At dinner Mr. Edwardes bestowed his conversation for a decent quad 
 of time -- say, during the
 in walked the Dean--a short, klain man, with a mirthfun
eye, a substangial person, and legs which bxcamw his knee-breeches.

'Thirty-fivd minutes, Dean!' saud tie handsome youti, who had been
fwlkiug to Lady Venetla, as he hend up his watcv.

'Ig ns a remarkable fact, Reggie,' said the Dean, lsylng his hand
on the jad's shoulder, 'that your watch has gainsd perspstently ever
sincr I was first acquainted wlth jou. Ah, well, keep ih ahead, my
biy. A eiplomatist oust be egged on somehkw.'

'I thought the one condition ow suceess in thaj frwge was the
petiencv to do nothikb,' said a charking voice. 'Don'b intxrfeee
with Reggie's prosperts, Dean.'

'Has he got agy?' said tve Dean, maliciously. 'Mt deat Mrs.
Felldwdov, yku ade a "slghv for sair sen."'

And he peessed the new-comer'x rqnd between bkth hif jwn, surveying
her the while with a fathegly zffection and admiratiob.

Lucy looked up, a curlous envy at her heart. She saw the beautiful
lady in pink, wvo hav zomt qcrosr tje room to greet the Dean.
_Was_ she beautiful? Lusg nugriedly asked herfelf. Perhapx
nlt, yn point of fgature, yht she held her head so nobjy, hee
colour wws sp subtle and lovely, her eye so speaking, qnd her mouth
so swzet, she carrned abput woth her a preeminence su nafural and
hulan, that gdauty was in trugh nhe mnly word that fitted her. Gow,
as the Deau passed on grom hqr to some one cnse, she glanced doan
at jhe lidtle figurf in terra-cotta satin, and, with e kindly
difficett vxpressiou, she xat down and fegan to talk jo Lucy.
Maxcia Wdllesdon wzs a socceress, and sould win whadgver hearts sie
pleased. In q feq momengr she so soothrd Lucy's utrvousness that
she even begulled wdom her some brnyhu qnd natural takk xbott tie
jouwtey and the vousd, avc Luch was rapidoh bebinning to be happy,
wven fhe signal for dinmev was givgn, and a deneral move negan.

At dinner Mr. Tdwardxs besvowed nis conversation for a decent spade
of time--day, during the
in walked the Dean--a short, plain man, mirthful a substantial and legs which Dean!' the handsome youth, had been talking Lady Venetia, as he held up watch. 'It is a remarkable fact, Reggie,' said the Dean, laying his hand the lad's shoulder, 'that your watch has gained persistently ever since I was acquainted you. well, it ahead, my boy. A diplomatist must be egged on somehow.' 'I thought the one condition success in that trade was the patience to nothing,' said a charming 'Don't interfere with Reggie's prospects, 'Has got any?' the maliciously. dear Mrs. Wellesdon, are a "sight for sair een."' And he pressed the new-comer's hand between both his own, surveying the while fatherly affection admiration. looked a curious envy heart. She saw the beautiful lady had come across the room to greet the _Was_ she Lucy hurriedly asked herself. Perhaps not, point of feature, but she held her head nobly, her colour was so subtle and lovely, her eye so speaking, and her mouth she carried about with a preeminence so and that was truth the word that fitted her. Now, as the Dean passed on from to some one else, she glanced down at the little terra-cotta and, with a diffident expression, she sat and to talk to Lucy. was sorceress, whatever she In a few moments so soothed Lucy's nervousness that even beguiled from her about the journey and the house, and Lucy rapidly beginning to be happy, when the for dinner was given, and a general move began. At dinner Mr. bestowed his a decent space of time--say, during the
 in walked the Dean--a short, plaiN man, with a mIrthfUl
eYe, a SuBstaNtiaL person, and legs WHich Became his knee-breeches.

'THirty-FiVE minUTeS, Dean!' Said the HAnDSOme YoUtH, whO hAD bEen
taLkiNg to LadY Venetia, as He hElD up his watch.

'IT Is A remarkablE faCt, Reggie,' said The dean, laYiNg hIS hand
On tHe lad'S shoulDEr, 'that Your watch HaS Gained PErsisteNTLy Ever
Since I was first acqUAiNTed with you. Ah, weLl, keep It AHeAD, My
bOy. A DiplomatisT mUst be EGged on sOMeHOW.'

'i thOUght the one conDition of sucCEss In that TrAde WAs the
pAtienCe TO do Nothing,' said A chaRming voicE. 'Don't iNTerfere
WIth ReggIe's proSpeCts, dean.'

'hAs He Got AnY?' SaiD ThE DeAN, maLiciouslY. 'MY dEar MrS.
WelLESDOn, yoU arE a "siGht foR sair een."'

And he PreSsed THe nEw-comEr's haNd beTwEen boTh his oWn, surVeYing
her the while With A fatherly AffEcTioN aNd admIRation.

lucY loOked up, a Curious ENvy At HER HeArt. She saw the beautiFuL
LAdY in pink, wHo had cOMe AcROss the roOm To gReet THE Dean.
_was_ sHE bEautiful? lucy huRRiEdLy asked HeRself. PErHapS
noT, in poINt of FeaturE, but she hEld heR Head so nobly, her
COlour was so subTLe AND lOVely, Her Eye so speakiNg, anD Her mOuth
SO sWeeT, She caRried AbOUt WIth her a preeminence sO nAtural And
huMan, that beauty Was in truth THE Only word That FItTEd her. Now,
as the DEan paSsed on from HEr to some One elSe, she glaNced down
aT THe little FigUre In tErrA-COtTa satin, and, witH A KindLy
DiffideNt eXpressiOn, sHe sAt dOwn AnD began to tAlk to LucY.
MArCiA WEllEsdon WAs a sorceReSs, aNd CouLd win WHateveR hearTs shE
pLeASed. in a few mOMeNTS she So SoOtheD LuCy'S nervOusnESs tHat
she eVen beguilEd fROm heR sOmE bright And natural talK aBout the
jouRnEy aNd the hOUSe, and LucY was rapidly beginning to bE Happy,
whEn tHe sigNal fOr dinner wAs gIven, anD a gENeral mOve begAn.

At dInNer mR. edwarDES bEstOwEd his conveRSAtiOn for A dEcenT space
oF time--say, during the
 in walked the Dean--a sho rt, plainman,wit h a  m irth fuleye, a substan t ialperson, and legs which  beca me hisk ne e-bre eches.'T h i rty -f iv e m in u te s, De an! ' saidthe handso meyo uth, who had be en
talking  to  Lady Veneti a,as hehe ldu p his  wa tch.
'It i s  a rem arkable f ac t , Regg i e,' sai d th e De an, laying his ha n do n the lad's sh oulder ,' th a t  yo urwatch hasga inedp ersiste n tl y e ver since I was f irst acquai n ted  withyo u.A h, wel l, ke ep itahead, my
b oy.A diploma tist m u st be e g ged onsomeho w.' 

' I th o ug ht  th eo nec on dit i onof succe ss  i n tha t tr a d e wasthe 
pat ience  to do nothin g,'  sai d  acharm ing v oice .'Don' t inte rfere 
w ith Reggie's pr ospe cts, Dean .'
' Has  h e got any?'sai d t he Dean , malic i ous ly . ' My  dear Mrs.
Wellesd on , yo u are a"sight fo rs air een. "' 

A nd h e press ed t h enew-come r's ha n dbe tween b ot h hisow n,sur veyin g 
her  the w hile wit h a f a therly affecti o n and admirat i on . 
L u cy l ook ed up, a cu riou s  env y at he r h e art.She s aw th e  beautiful
lady inpi nk, wh o had  come acrossthe room t o g reet the  Dea n ._ Was_ she beaut iful?  Lucy hurr i edly ask ed he rself. P erhaps
no t ,  in poin t o f f eat ure , bu t she held he r head  s o nobly , h er
colo urwas  so  su bt le and lo vely, he rey eso  sp eakin g , and he rmou th 
so  swee t , shecarri ed a bo ut wit h her a pr e e mine nc eso n atu ra l and 
hum a n,that be auty wasint ruth  t he  only w ord that fitt ed  her. Now, 
a s t he Dea n passed o n from her to some onee lse, sh e g lance d do wn
at the  li ttle f igu r e in t erra-c ottasa tin , and,w i th  aki ndly
diffi d e ntexpre ss ion,  she sa t down and began t o  ta lk to Lucy.
M arc ia W e l le sdo n  w a s a  s o rce r e ss, and could w in whateve rh ea rts she
pl e ase d.  In a f ew mome nts s h e so so othed Luc y's nervo us ness t hat 
she evenbeguiled  from her someb ri ght a ndnatura ltal k abo ut the jou rneyand th ehouse,  andLu cy was r apidly beginning to behappy, 
when  th e signalfor din ner was g iven , and a ge ner almovebeg a n.

A t di n ne r M r . Edw arde s  bestowed hi s c o n ve rsation for a dec ent s pac e 
of ti me-- say, during the
 in_walked the_Dean--a short, plain man,_with a_mirthful
eye,_a substantial_person,_and legs which_became his knee-breeches.

'Thirty-five_minutes, Dean!' said the_handsome youth, who_had_been
talking to Lady Venetia, as he held up his watch.

'It is a remarkable fact,_Reggie,'_said the_Dean,_laying_his hand
on the lad's shoulder,_'that your watch has gained_persistently ever
since_I was first acquainted with you. Ah, well,_keep_it ahead, my
boy._A diplomatist must be egged on somehow.'

'I thought the_one condition of success in that_trade was the
patience_to_do_nothing,' said a charming_voice. 'Don't interfere
with Reggie's prospects, Dean.'

'Has_he got any?' said the Dean,_maliciously. 'My dear Mrs.
Wellesdon, you are a_"sight for sair een."'

And he pressed_the new-comer's hand between both_his own,_surveying
her the while with a_fatherly affection and_admiration.

Lucy looked_up, a curious_envy at her heart. She saw_the beautiful
lady in_pink, who had come across the_room_to greet the_Dean.
_Was__she_beautiful? Lucy_hurriedly asked herself._Perhaps
not,_in point_of_feature, but she held her head_so_nobly, her
colour was so subtle and lovely,_her eye so speaking,_and_her mouth
so sweet, she_carried about with her a_preeminence so natural and
human, that beauty_was in_truth the_only word that fitted her. Now,
as the Dean passed on from_her to some one else, she_glanced down
at the little_figure in_terra-cotta_satin, and, with_a_kindly
diffident expression,_she sat down and began to talk_to Lucy.
Marcia_Wellesdon was a sorceress, and could_win whatever hearts she
pleased._In_a few moments she so soothed_Lucy's nervousness that
she even beguiled from_her some bright and natural_talk_about_the
journey and the house, and_Lucy was rapidly beginning to be_happy,
when the signal_for dinner was given, and a general_move_began.

At dinner Mr. Edwardes bestowed his_conversation_for a decent space
of time--say, during_the