ther, because he has given her a better education than he had himself.
One day he was talking to me about the view, and enjoying himself so
much--he really was a most affable old man--when she happened to come up
and overhear him say something about the `Hopen haspect!' She shrugged
her shoulders and smiled at me, and I turned a basilisk countenance upon
her and glared, lit-er-ally gl-ared with anger." Peggy turned her head
with a delighted remembrance of her own severity, then once more
softened into smiles.

"Any news of my _dear_ friend, General Andrews? You have seen him, of
course? Did he ask for my address?"

"I am afraid not. I really can't remember that he did."

Peggy sighed.

"He promised me a tiger skin," she said sorrowfully, "and a brass tray,
and some carved ivories, and a dressing-gown, and an elephant's foot!
The elephant's foot was to be mounted for me, and he gave me the choice
of how it was to be done, and said he would take it to a skilful man. I
think he must have killed a whole herd of elephants, for he promised a
foot to every girl on board. He was a most promising creature, and his
intentions were admirable. I am sure that at the time he meant all he
said, and I can't blame him for his forgetfulness, for my own memory is
at times sadly defective."

She glanced roguishly in Rob's face as she concluded, as if recalling
past mishaps, and he smiled in return, but in a strained, unnatural
fashion which she was quick to notice. Rob knew none of the people of
whom she had been talking with his brother, and could enter into none of
the jokes which were associated with their names. It was only natural,
therefore, that he should feel debarred from the conversation.

Peggy drew a long breath of dismay. What a strange world it was, and
how differently things turned out from what one expected! To think that
at this first meeting it should be _Rob_ who was left out in the cold,
and not Hector; Rob who stood aside and was silent, Hector who laughed
and talked with the ease of intimate friendship! It gave her a
miserable feeling of self-reproach that it should be so; and yet how was
she to blame? The situation had arisen naturally enough.

She gave a little movement of impatience, and her thoughts went off at a
tangent, while in appearance she was still listening attentively to
Hector's reminiscences.

Rosalind and Arthur were whispering together with longer pauses between
the sentences th