He sees the reproachful gaze of
the sorrowful eyes, and he stops his ears to keep back the sound of
the reproachful tones that force themselves upon him.
But Mrs. Arnold knows it not.
"We will dispense with the word if it displeases you, Mrs. Arnold. I
will do anything that you wish, even if it be impossible for you to
be in a dearer relation than at present."
"Hubert Tracy, if you succeed not, remember it is through no fault
of mine. Just listen to me."
The young man listened, and in a few short words Mrs. Arnold made
known her plans.
"We will succeed or I am not what I think myself," said Mrs. Arnold,
readjusting the spray of heliotrope that was displaced in her
corsage.
"Adieu for the present, dear Hubert," said the latter, on seeing
Lord Melrose advancing to claim her for the next waltz.
"Ah, my fear truant, you have given me a world of anxiety. Why do
you persist in such delightful methods of torture."
"_Torture!_ Lord Melrose!" exclaimed the lady with an air of
arch coquetry.
Meanwhile Marguerite Verne sat in the quiet of her own apartment.
She had retired from the heated ball-room at an earlier hour than
many of the guests.
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