he had seen this
season."

"You are," answered Miss Alida, looking with pride at the stately
woman robed in white satin and lace, and sparkling with jewels.
Fortunately, she had Professor Snowdon for a companion; and he brought
out the brightest and sweetest traits of her nature, so that she
recaptured all that old charm of presence which had once made her
irresistible. So swiftly grew her confidence in her own powers again
that she was easily persuaded to take a share in the music that
followed the dinner; and when Harry came to escort her home he found
her standing by the piano, and singing to its wandering, penetrating
melody, with a delightful voice:

"Love in her sunny eyes doth basking play;
Love walks the pleasant mazes of her hair;
Love does on both her lips forever stray,
And sows and reaps a thousand kisses there."

And as she sang, she caught Harry's beaming glance; and so she sang to
him, thrilling his heart with the passionate melody till a love like
that of his first betrothal swayed it.

When she went away, Miss Alida put her face under the pretty pink
hood, and whispered: "Good night, Yanna! You have done everything I
wished and hoped. Harry is saved!"

But Miss Alida knew only the probable ways of men and women. This
exquisite Adriana clothed in satin, and gemmed with sapphires, seemed
to her the proper angel of the recreant husband. But the wisdom of
The All Wise had ordained a very different woman; even one of those
poor souls expected by theologians to be damned, but intended by God
to be an inheritor of the kingdom of heaven.

CHAPTER IX

One afternoon towards the end of March, Adriana was riding down
Broadway. At Twenty-third Street there was some obstruction and delay,
and she saw Duval and Rose together. They were coming up Fifth Avenue,
and their walk was lingering and absorbed, Duval's attitude being
specially earnest and lover-like. Rose was listening with a faint
smile, and Adriana noticed that she was dressed with great care, and
that she had flowers both at her breast and in her hands. Adriana's
first thought was to alight and join the pair; but her second thought
was a reproof of her suspicion--"Charity thinketh no evil," she mused,
"and Rose may have simply met the man and permitted him to walk at her
side."

Then she reflected that she had never heard Rose name Duval since her
marriage; and that the man had been conspicuously absent from the Van
Hoosen entert