etty? You have called on her?" Mark replied, his
manner evincing so much pleasure that Juno bit her lip to keep down her
wrath, and flashing upon him her scornful eyes, replied: "Yes, Sybil and
Bell insisted that I should. Of myself I would never have done it, for I
have now more acquaintances than I can attend to, and do not care to
increase the list. Besides that, I do not imagine that Miss Lennox can
in any way add to my happiness, brought up as she has been among the
woods and hills, you know."

"Yes, I have been there--to her home, I mean," Mark rejoined, and Juno
continued:

"Only for a moment, though. You should have stayed, like Will, to
appreciate it fully. I wish you could hear him describe the feather beds
in which he slept--that is, describe them before he decided to take
Katy; for after that he was chary of his remarks, and the feathers by
some marvelous process were changed into hair, for what he knew or
cared."

Mark hesitated a moment, and then said, quietly:

"I have stayed there all night, and have tested that feather bed, but
found nothing disparaging to Helen, who was as much a lady in the
farmhouse as here in the city."

There was a look of withering scorn on Juno's face as she replied:

"As much a lady as here! That may very well be; but, pray, how long
since you took to visiting Silverton so frequently--becoming so familiar
as to spend the night?"

There was no mistaking the jealousy which betrayed itself into every
tone of Juno's voice as she stood before Mark a fit picture of the
enraged goddess whose name she bore. Soon recollecting herself, however,
she changed her mode of attack, and said, laughingly:

"Seriously, though, this Miss Lennox seems a very nice girl, and is
admirably fitted, I think, for the position she is to fill--that of a
country physician's wife," and in the black eyes there was a wicked
sparkle as Juno saw that her meaning was readily understood, Mark
looking quickly at her and asking if she referred to Dr. Grant.

"Certainly; I imagine that was settled as long ago as we met him in
Paris. Once I thought it might have been our Katy, but was mistaken. I
think the doctor and Miss Lennox well adapted to each other--it is an
excellent match."

There was for a moment a dull, heavy pain at Mark's heart, caused by
that little item of information which made him so uncomfortable. On the
whole he did not doubt it, for everything he could recall of Morris had
a tendency to