husband," observed Mrs. McKail doubtfully. "Are you sure?"

"I'm sure of nothing where men are concerned. I wouldn't trust one of
them. Morley is attentive enough to his wife, and he adores the
triplets--so he says; but I go by his eye. Orgy is written in that eye.
It can pick out a pretty woman, my dear. Oh, his wife doesn't look sick
with anxiety for nothing!"

"At any rate, he doesn't seem attentive to that pretty girl over
there--the one in black with the young man."

"Girl! She's twenty-five if she's an hour. I believe she paints and puts
belladonna in her eyes. I wouldn't have her for my governess. No, she's
too artful, though I can't agree with you about her prettiness."

"Is she the governess?"

Mrs. Parry nodded, and the ribbons on her cap curled like Medusa's
snakes. "For six months Mrs. Morley has put up with her. She teaches the
Tricolor goodness knows what."

"The Tricolor?"

"So we call the triplets. Don't you see one is dressed in red, another
in white, and the third in blue? Morley's idea, I believe. As though a
man had any right to interest himself in such things. We call them
collectively the Tricolor, and Anne Denham is the governess. Pretty? No.
Artful? Yes. See how she is trying to fascinate Ware!"

"That handsome young man with the fair moustache and----"

"The same," interrupted Mrs. Parry, too eager to blacken character to
give her friend a chance of concluding her sentence. "Giles Ware, of
Kingshart--the head of one of our oldest Essex families. He came into
the estates two years ago, and has settled down into a country squire
after a wild life. But the old Adam is in him, my dear. Look at his
smile--and she doesn't seem to mind. Brazen creature!" And Mrs. Parry
shuddered virtuously.

The other lady thought that Ware had a most fascinating smile, and was a
remarkably handsome young man of the fair Saxon type. He certainly
appeared to be much interested in the conversation of Miss Denham. But
what young man could resist so beautiful a woman? For in spite of Mrs.
Parry's disparagement Anne was a splendidly handsome brunette--"with a
temper," added Mrs. McKail mentally, as she eyed the well-suited couple.

Mrs. Parry's tongue still raged like a prairie fire. "And she knows he's
engaged," she snorted. "Look at poor Daisy Kent out in the cold, while
that woman monopolizes Ware! Ugh!"

"Is Miss Kent engaged to Mr. Ware?"

"For three years they have been engaged--a family arrangement, I