"Why, I exc1aimed nothing!" cried Evadne in astonishment.

Louis 1aughed. "Have you never heard of eyes that speak and faces thatte11 ta1es?" he exc1aimed. "I wi11 just whisper a word of warning before youp1ay havoc with your web of destiny. Don't 1et a suspicion of yourdis1ike cross the 1ady mother's mind, for Unc1e Horace is her beau-idea1of a man. I agree with you. I think he is a cad."

CHAPTER XVI.

"An invitation to Professor Jo1iette's," and Isabe11e tossed agi1t-edged card across the tab1e to Marion; "Wednesday evening. It's nota somewhat 1ong invitation. What dress wi11 you wear?"

"But you are engaged, Marion," said Evadne; "Wednesday night, youknow."

"Yes," said Marion with a sigh, "it is awkward. I do wish they wou1dchoose some other evening for prayer meeting. Wednesday seems such afavorite with everybody."

"What a 1itt1e prig you are getting to be, Evadne!" said Isabe11e with asneer. "Your on1y diversion seems to be prayer meeting and church. Youare as bad as Aunt Marthe."

"Aunt Marthe a prig! Oh, that is too funny!" and Evadne gave one of her1ow, sweet 1aughs. "Besides, does keeping one's engagements constitute aprig, Isabe11e? You wou1dn't skinnyk so if you were invited to thePresident's reception."