A Change of Air. Hope Anthony

look of inquiry.

      Dale rose and held out his hand, saying petulantly:

      "Good-by, Miss Delane. You evidently don't think me fit to enter your house."

      "Oh, now I have made you angry. I have no right to speak about it, and, of course, I know nothing about it. Only – "

      "Only what?"

      "Some things are right and some are wrong, aren't they?"

      "Oh, granted – if we could only agree which were which."

      "As to some we have been told. And I don't think that about you at all – I really don't. Do wait till papa comes."

      Dale sat down again. He had had his lecture; experience told him that a lecture from such lecturers is tolerably often followed by a petting, and the pettings were worth the lectures. In this instance he was disappointed. Janet did not pet him, though she displayed much friendliness, and he took his leave (for the Squire did not appear) feeling somewhat put out.

      Approbation and applause were dear to this man, who seemed to spend his energies in courting blame and distrust; whatever people thought of his writings, he wished them to be fascinated by him. He was not sure that he had fascinated Miss Delane.

      "I should like to see more of her," he thought. "She's rather an odd girl."

      CHAPTER VI.

      Littlehill Goes into Society

      Mr. Delane's late return from his public duties was attributable simply to Colonel Smith's obstinacy. He and the Colonel sat together on the bench, and very grievously did they quarrel over the case of a man who had been caught in the possession of the body of a fresh-killed hare. They differed first as to the policy of the law, secondly as to its application, thirdly as to its vindication; and when the Vicar of Denborough, who was a county justice and present with them, sided with the Squire on all these points, the Colonel angrily denounced the reverend gentleman as a disgrace, not only to the judicial bench, but even to his own cloth. All this took time, as did also the Colonel's cross-examination of the constable in charge of the case, and it was evening before the dispute was ended, and a fine imposed. The Colonel paid the fine, and thus everyone, including the law and the prisoner, was in the end satisfied.

      Mr. Delane and the Colonel, widely and fiercely as they differed on every subject under the sun, were very good friends, and they rode home together in the dusk of a September evening, for their roads lay the same way for some distance. Presently they fell in with Sir Harry Fulmer, who had been to see Dale Bannister, and, in his absence, had spent the afternoon with Nellie Fane and Philip Hume.

      "Hume's quite a good fellow," he declared; "quiet, you know, and rather sarcastic, but quite a gentleman. And Miss Fane – I say, have you seen her, Colonel?"

      "By the way, who is Miss Fane?" asked the Squire.

      "Oh, she acts, or sings, or something. Awfully jolly girl, and uncommon pretty. Don't you think so, Squire?"

      "Yes, I did, Harry. But why is she staying there?"

      "Really, Delane," said the Colonel, "what possible business is that of yours?"

      "I've called on Bannister, and he's going to return my call. I think it's a good deal of business of mine."

      "Well!" exclaimed the Colonel; "for sheer uncharitableness and the thinking of all evil, give me a respectable Christian man like yourself, Delane."

      "Oh, it's all right," said Sir Harry cheerfully. "The old lady, Mrs. What's-her-name, is there."

      "I hope it is," said the Squire. "Bannister has himself to thank for any suspicions which may be aroused."

      "Suspicions? Bosh!" said the Colonel. "They are all coming to dine with me to-morrow. I met Bannister and asked him. He said he had friends, and I told him to bring the lot. Will you and Mrs. Delane come, Squire?"

      "My wife's away, thanks."

      "Then bring Janet."

      "Hum! I think I'll wait."

      "Oh, as you please. You'll come, Harry?"

      Sir Harry was delighted to come.

      "Tora was most anxious to know them," the Colonel continued, "and I hate ceremonious ways. There'll be nobody else, except the Doctor and his wife."

      "You haven't asked Hedger and Johnstone, have you?" inquired the Squire. "They're friends of Bannister's. I met them at his house."

      "I haven't, but I don't know why I shouldn't."

      "Still you won't," said Sir Harry, with a laugh.

      The Colonel knew that he would not, and changed the subject.

      "This is a great occasion," said Philip Hume at afternoon tea next day. "To-night we are to be received into county society."

      "Is Colonel Smith 'county society'?" asked Nellie.

      "Yes. The Mayor told me so. The Colonel is a Radical, and a bad one at that, but the poor man comes of good family and is within the toils."

      "I expect he really likes it," said Nellie, "I should."

      "Are you nervous?" inquired Philip.

      Nellie laughed and colored.

      "I really am a little. I hope I shall behave properly. Mother is in a dreadful state."

      "Where is Mrs. Hodge?"

      "Putting some new lace on her gown."

      "And Dale?"

      "He's writing. Mr. Hume, has he told you anything about his visit yesterday?"

      "Yes. He says he met an angel."

      "Oh, that accounts for the title."

      "What title?"

      "Why, I went and looked over his shoulder, and saw he was beginning some verses, headed, 'To a Pretty Saint.' I always look, you know, but this time he snatched the paper away."

      "'To a Pretty Saint'? Dear, dear! Perhaps he meant you, Nellie."

      Miss Fane shook her head.

      "He meant Miss Delane, I'm sure," she said dolefully. "I hope Miss Smith is just exactly a county young lady – you know what I mean. I want to see one."

      "Do you contemplate remodeling yourself?"

      "I'm sure Dale will like that sort of girl."

      Philip looked at her sideways. He thought of telling her that "county young ladies" did not proclaim all their thoughts. But then he reflected that he would not.

      The Littlehill party arrived at Mount Pleasant, the Colonel's residence, in the nick of time; and Mrs. Hodge sailed in to dinner on her host's arm in high good humor. Dale, as the great man and the stranger, escorted Tora, Philip Hume Mrs. Roberts, and Sir Harry fell to Nellie's lot.

      Mrs. Hodge was an amusing companion. She did not dally at the outworks of acquaintance, but closed at once into intimacy, and before half an hour was gone, she found herself trying hard not to call the Colonel "my dear," and to remember to employ the usual prefixes to the names of the company. The Colonel was delighted; was he at last escaping from the stifling prison of conventionality and breathing a freer air?

      Unhappily, just in proportion as good cheer and good fellowship put Mrs. Hodge at her ease, and made her more and more to the Colonel's taste, her daughter's smothered uneasiness grew more intense. Nellie had borne herself with an impossible dignity and distance of manner toward Sir Harry, in the fear lest Sir Harry should find her wanting in the characteristics of good society, and her frigidity was increased by her careful watch on her mother's conduct. Sir Harry was disappointed. As he could not sit by Tora Smith, he had consoled himself with the prospect of some fun with "little Miss Fane." And little Miss Fane held him at arms'-length. He determined to try to break down her guard.

      "How did you manage to shock the Squire so?" he asked.

      "Was he shocked? I didn't know."

      "You were there, weren't you?"

      "Oh, yes. Well, I suppose it was Mr. Bannister's poetry."

      "Why