k
how mortified and distressed my mother would be! She _must_ be present
at my marriage."

An idea of a compromise occurred to Romayne. "What do you say," he
proposed, "to arranging for the marriage privately--and then telling
Mrs. Eyrecourt only a day or two beforehand, when it would be too late
to send out invitations? If your mother would be disappointed--"

"She would be angry," Stella interposed.

"Very well--lay all the blame on me. Besides, there might be two other
persons present, whom I am sure Mrs. Eyrecourt is always glad to meet.
You don't object to Lord and Lady Loring?"

"Object? They are my dearest friends, as well as yours!"

"Any one else, Stella?"

"Any one, Lewis, whom _you_ like.

"Then I say--no one else. My own love, when may it be? My lawyers can
get the settlements ready in a fortnight, or less. Will you say in a
fortnight?"

His arm was round her waist; his lips were touching her lovely neck. She
was not a woman to take refuge in the commonplace coquetries of the sex.
"Yes," she said, softly, "if you wish it." She rose and withdrew herself
from him. "For my sake, we must not be here together any longer, Lewis."
As she spoke, the music in the ballroom ceased. Stella ran out of the
conservatory.

The first person she encountered, on returning to the reception-room,
was Father Benwell.

CHAPTER III.

THE END OF THE BALL.

THE priest's long journey did not appear to have fatigued him. He was
as cheerful and as polite as ever--and so paternally attentive to Stella
that it was quite impossible for her to pass him with a formal bow.

"I have come all the way from Devonshire," he said. "The train has been
behind time as usual, and I am one of the late arrivals in consequence.
I miss some familiar faces at this delightful party. Mr. Romayne, for
instance. Perhaps he is not one of the guests?"

"Oh, yes."

"Has he gone away?"

"Not that I know of."

The tone of her replies warned Father Benwell to let Romayne be. He
tried another name.

"And Arthur Penrose?" he inquired next.

"I think Mr. Penrose has left us."

As she answered she looked toward Lady Loring. The hostess was the
center of a circle of ladies and gentlemen. Before she was at liberty,
Father Benwell might take his departure. Stella resolved to make the
attempt for herself which she had asked Lady Loring to make for her. It
was better to try, and to be defeated, than not to try at all.

"I asked Mr. Penrose wh