eive you. You forgive me, don't you?"
"Yes!" said a low, timid voice.
Miss Chanson laughed. "That's all right! Then come along with me, for I am wet through: you would not have me die of cold, would you?"
"No!" said the voice.
"Right, again! I'll show you your room --but first I'll present Mr. Leslie to you. This is Mr. Leslie, my dear."
"Is it?" said the voice again.
"Yes, indeed!" and again Laura laughed, looking up at the young man sportively, and taking the girl's arm went out of the room with her. "There's no fear that she will captivate any one whom I choose for myself, especially such a man as that, so brilliant himself, and so fond of intellect and manner," thought she.
That perfect security at first sight generally ends in a total contradiction. I have remarked it as often as the case of security has taken place.
"She is tired and frightened, and won't come to dinner," said Miss Chanson, as she entered the drawing-room after dressing. "