face. "You are mine, George! I love you. I will share you
with nobody!" She whistled shrilly, and a hansom stopped.

"What are you going to do, darling?"

"Follow her. I will tell her something that will make her willing to
separate. Get in, get in!"

CHAPTER III

Frances, when in trouble, went out of doors among the trees as
naturally as other women take to their beds. Lisa's sharp eyes saw her
sitting in the Green Park as they passed. The mist, which was heavy as
rain, hung in drops on the stretches of sward and filled the far aisles
of trees with a soft gray vapor. The park was deserted but for an old
man who asked Mrs. Waldeaux for the penny's hire for her chair. As he
hobbled away, he looked back at her curiously.

"She gave him a shilling!" exclaimed Lisa, as he passed them. "I told
you she was not fit to take care of money."

"But why not wait until to-morrow to talk of business? She is hurt and
unnerved just now, and she--she does not like you, Lisa."

"I am not afraid. She will be civil. She is like Chesterfield. 'Even
death cannot kill the courtesy in her.' You don't seem to know the
woman, George. Come."

But George hung back and loitered among the trees. He was an honest
fellow, though slow of wit; he loved his mother and was penetrated to
the quick just now by a passionate fondness for his wife. Two such
good, clever women! Why couldn't they hit it off together?

"George?" said Frances, hearing his steps.

Lisa came up to her. She rose, and smiled to her son's wife, and after
a moment held out her hand.

But the courtesy which Lisa had expected suddenly enraged her. "No!
There need be no pretence between us," she said. "You are not glad to
see me. There is no pretence in me. I am honest. I did not come here
to make compliments, but to talk business."

"George said to-morrow. Can it not wait until to-morrow?"

"No. What is to do--do it! That is my motto. George, come here!
Tell your mother what we have decided. Oh, very well, if you prefer
that I should speak. We go to Paris at once, Mrs. Waldeaux, and will
take apartments there. You will remain with Miss Vance."

"Yes, I know. I am to remain----" Frances passed her hand once or
twice over her mouth irresolutely. "But Oxford, George?" she said.
"You forget your examinations?"

George took off his spectacles and wiped them.

"Speak! Have you no mind of your own?" his wife whispered. "I will
tell yo