elt about it--she longed to know how he
would feel toward her if they should discover that any stain rested upon
her.

But she dare not broach the subject--a feeling of shame and humiliation
kept her silent, and she resolved to wait and hope until the six weeks
should pass.

They went out together, but still followed by that pair of malignant
eyes, which had, however, been cautiously veiled, as was also the face
in which they were set.

Ray walked with his betrothed to a corner, where he helped her aboard a
car, and then returned to his store.

Later, on that same day, a gay company of gentlemen and ladies filled
Mrs. Montague's spacious and elegant rooms, where she, in her elaborate
and becoming costume, entertained in her most charming manner.

Mr. Palmer had come very early and secured a private interview, previous
to the arrival of the other guests, and it was noticeable that, as the
lady received, a new and magnificent solitaire gleamed upon the third
finger of her left hand.

People surmised, very generally, what this meant, even before it was
whispered throughout the rooms that the engagement of Mr. Palmer and the
beautiful widow was formally announced. It was not very much of a
surprise, either, as such an event had been predicted for some time.

Ray did not arrive until late, for he had little heart for the gay scene,
and less sympathy in its object. But for his respect and love for his
father, he would not have set foot in the house at all.

"Gentlemen's dressing-room on the left of the hall above," said the
polite colored man, who attended the door, and Ray slowly mounted the
stairs, hoping that he might catch a glimpse, if not secure an
opportunity for a word with Mona.

But there was no such treat in store for him, for she was at that moment
assisting Mary, who had met with a mishap in running up stairs, having
stepped upon her dress and torn it badly.

Ray found the room indicated, which proved to be Mrs. Montague's boudoir,
deposited his hat, gloves, and cane where he could conveniently get them
again--for he did not intend to remain long--and then descended to the
drawing-room.

He made his way at once to where Mrs. Montague was standing with her
captive beside her, for he desired to get through with the disagreeable
duty of offering congratulations, with all possible dispatch.

Poor Mr. Palmer! Ray pitied him, in spite of his aversion to the
engagement, for he looked heated and flushed, a