ng more for you
while you stay in London. Perhaps you will let me call upon you--with
Neil," he added, as he saw a flush in Bessie's face.

She was thinking of the old hair cloth furniture, and the room which
Neil designated a hole, and which Jack Trevellian might wonder at and
despise. Such men as he had nothing in common with Mrs. Buncher's
lodgings, and she said to him, as she withdrew her hand and put on her
mended gloves:

"You had better not; father and I are out so much that we might not be
home, and you would have your trouble for nothing. Good-by again."

She took her father's arm and walked away, while Jack Trevellian stood
looking after her and thinking to himself:

"That girl has the loveliest face I ever saw. It is so full of
sweetness, and patience, and pathos, that you want to take her in your
arms and pity her, and make much of her, as a child who has been hurt
and wants soothing. She is even prettier than Flossie. By Jove, if the
coronet were mine, and the money, I'd make that girl my lady as sure as
my name is Jack. Lady Bessie Trevellian! It sounds well, and what a
sensation she would make in society. But what a mother-in-law for a man
to be saddled with. Welsh Daisy! Bah!" and with thoughts not very
complimentary to Daisy, he left the park and walked rapidly along
Piccadilly toward Grosvenor Square and Trevellian House.

CHAPTER VII.

NEIL'S DISCOMFORTURE.

Meanwhile Neil was driving on in no very enviable frame of mind.
Bessie's startling demonstration had annoyed him more than he liked to
confess. Why had she made such a spectacle of herself? and how oddly she
had looked standing there in that old linen gown with her hat hanging
down her back--and such a hat! He had noticed it in the gardens and
thought it quite out of style, and had even detected that the ribbons
had been ironed! But he did not think as much about it, or her gown
either, when he was alone with her, as he did now when there was all his
world to see and Blanche to criticise, as she did unsparingly.

"I thought you once told me she was very pretty," she said: "but I think
her a fright in that dowdy dress, and bare-headed, too! Did it to show
her hair, no doubt! There is probably some of her mother's nature in
her."

Neil could have sworn, he was so angry with Blanche and with all the
world, especially Bessie, who had got him into this mess. He tried to
make himself believe that he had intended to take Bessie and he