ded.

"Time was when I minded nothing. I thought love and friendship, goodness
and happiness, grew on every bush, and that

When we were far from the lips that we loved,
We had but to make love to the lips that were near.

I am wiser now."

"Away with that look," Louis protested. "You have love in plenty with
us, and you must not let yourself go like that. It's frightful."

"It's gone," Arthur answered rousing himself. "The feeling will never go
farther than a look. She was not worth it--but the sight of these two--I
suppose Adam must have grieved looking back at paradise."

"They have their troubles also," Louis said to distract his mind.
"Father is unkind and harsh with Irish patriots, and because Grahame
went through the mill, conspiracy, arrest, jail, prison, escape, and all
the rest of it, he won't hear of marriage for Mona with him. Of course
he'll have to come down in time. Grahame is the best fellow, and clever
too."

One day seemed much the same as another to Arthur, but his mother's
calendar had the dates marked in various colors, according to the rank
of her visitors. The visit of the archbishop shone in figures of gold,
but the day and hour which saw Lord Constantine cross her threshold and
sit at her table stood out on the calendar in letters of flame. The
Ledwiths who brought him were of little account, except as the friends
of His Lordship. Anne informed the household the day before of the honor
which heaven was sending them, and gave minute instructions as to the
etiquette to be observed; and if Arthur wished to laugh the blissful
light in her face forbade. The rules of etiquette did not include the
Ledwiths, who could put up with ordinary politeness and be grateful.

"I can see from the expression of Mona," Arthur observed to the other
gentlemen, "that the etiquette of to-morrow puts us out of her sight.
And who is Lord Constantine? I ought to know, so I did not dare ask."

"A young English noble, son and heir of a Marquis," said Grahame with
mock solemnity, "who is devoted to the cause of bringing London and
Washington closer together in brotherly love and financial, that is
rogues' sympathy--no, roguish sympathy--that's better. He would like an
alliance between England and us. Therefore he cultivates the Irish. And
he'd marry Honora Ledwith to-morrow if she'd have him. That's part of
the scheme."

"And who are the Ledwiths?" said Arthur incautiously, but no one noticed
the slip at