.
Fox--perhaps you know Jack had allowed her to believe he would marry
her?"

Honor believed she had heard the rumour.

"However, as ill-luck would have it, he and Kitty ran into her, so to
speak, in the foyer of this hotel! I was there, and, believe me, I was
never so uncomfortable in my life! Kitty was looking charming, and so
smart. Happiness agrees with her, for I have never seen her look better
in my life. We were waiting for a taxi, when who should come in but Mrs.
Fox with some friends! Mistaking Kitty for me,--people say we are very
much alike,--she held out her hand and said in her affected way--you
remember?--'Oh, how d'you do, Mrs. Meredith. I had no idea you had come
out again!' Then, seeing her mistake, she apologised, for I was
following Kitty to the door.

"'It's my sister,' said I, feeling dreadfully embarrassed at having to
make the introduction. 'Mrs. Darling, Mrs. Fox,' I said, and just at
that moment Jack came in and straight up to us, with no eyes for any one
but his wife. 'Come, dear, I have managed to get a taxi for the
luggage,' and then his eyes fell on Mrs. Fox. Really, poor Jack! he
turned quite pale. But Kitty who knew all about that affair and had
forgiven it, smiled graciously at Mrs. Fox who was paralysed with shock,
and said--'I am so sorry we haven't a moment. My husband and I are tied
to time and have to catch a train. Good-bye,'--with a bow,--'so pleased
to have met you!'

"Jack also bowed, speechless, as he hurried after Kitty. We all three
fairly ran, though we had plenty of time for their train; but if looks
could have killed, I am sure Jack would have died on the spot."

To Honor's credit be it known that she suffered a twinge of pity for
Mrs. Fox; a passing twinge, such as one might feel for people when they
come to grief by their own act.

"I wonder what Mrs. Fox will do, now," Honor remarked after expressing
her hearty congratulations for the happy pair. Jack did not deserve such
happiness, but if every sinner had his deserts, there would be too many
miserable people in the world today.

"Mrs. Gupp who shares my table at meals, knows Mrs. Fox pretty well and
has very little to say in her favour. She was maliciously amused over
the affair, and is of opinion that Mrs. Fox will have to go home at
once. The story is already common property."

Honor thought Joyce lovelier than ever with her air of dignified
reserve. She had grown self-reliant and there was a tinge of hauteu