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86 MOT AS. studying her pretty little face, thought how evil pretty women could sometimes look. ‘¢ Mademoiselle Herbert had lost her maid, and her road, and her shoes,” he hastened to say, with his most charming grace; “JT have been happy enough to be of a little—too little—service te her. The fault was noneof hers; but all of the tide; and, save: _ the loss of the shoes, there is no mischief done.” ‘¢M. Correze has wasted his morning for me, and has been so very kind,” said Vere. Her voice was very low, but it was steady. She did not think she had done any wrong, but she felt be- wildered, and was not quite sure. Her mother laughed very irritably. ‘‘Correze is always too kind, and always a preux chevalier. What on earth have you been doing, darling? and where are your women? and how ever could you be so quite too dreadfully foolish. I suppose youthink Jife is like Alice in Wonderland? Jack, see her home, will you? and join us at the yacht, and lock her up in her room, and the German with her. How good of gd dear Correze, to bore yourself with a troublesome child ! it were anybody else except you who had come ashore like this with my Vera, I should feel really too anxious and angry. But, with you-——” ‘‘Madame, I am too fortunate! If you deem me to be of any use, however, let me claim, as a guerdon, permission to attend mademoiselle, your daughter, to her home.” , ‘¢ Jack, see her home, pray. Do you hear me?” said Lady Dolly again, sharply. ‘‘ No, not you, Correze, you are quite too charm- ing to be trusted. Jack’s like an old woman.” The Princess Helene smiled at the Princess Zephine. If old women are thirty years old, handsome in a fair, bold breezy fashion, and six feet three in height, then was Lord Jura like them. Hehad come ashore from the ‘‘ Ephemeris,” and was the only one in the party decently clad. . ‘\ Why should she go home?’ muttered Jura. ‘‘ Why may she not come with us—eh?” ‘‘Qut of the question,” said Lady Dolly, very sharply. He was a silent man; he said nothing now; he strode off si- lently to Vere’s side, lifting his straw hat a little, in sign of his acceptance of hisdevoir. Correze bowed very low with his ow= matchless grace and ease, and did not attempt to follow them. Vere made an inclination to her mother and the other ladies, with the somewhat stately deference which had been imposed ori her at Bulmer chase, and began to move toward the Chalet Lu- path whose green blinds and gilded scroll were visible in the dis- ance. ‘‘No, not you, Correze; I cannot permit it. You are too fa s- cinatiag—infinitely too fascinating to play chaperon,” cried Lady Dolly, once more. ‘* Vera, when you get home, go to your room and stay there till I come. You have had enough liberty to-day, and have abused it shamefully.” Having screamed that admonition on the air, Lady Dolly turned to her friends the feminine pegtops, and entreated them (E(@) GComicbooks