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shrank a little away. The prospect was not without its terrifying side.

      "Why, I should love it," she declared, "but I simply shouldn't dare to think of it. You don't understand, I am afraid, the way we live down at Wellham Springs. We have really no servants, and we do everything ourselves. I couldn't attempt to manage a house like this."

      He smiled at her kindly.

      "Perhaps," he said, "you would find it less difficult than you think. There is a housekeeper already, who sees to all the practical part of it. She only needs to have some one to whom she can refer now and then. You would have nothing whatever to do with the managing of the servants, the commissariat, or anything of that sort. Yours would be purely social duties."

      "I am afraid," she answered, "that I should know even less about them."

      "Well," he said, "I have some good friends who will give you hints. You will find it very much easier than you imagine. You have only to be natural, acquire the art of listening, and wear pretty gowns, and you will find it a simple matter to become quite a popular person."

      She nerved herself to ask him a question. He looked so kind and good-natured that it did not seem possible that he would resent it.

      "Uncle," she said, "of course I am very glad to be here, and it all sounds very delightful. But what about—Stella?"

      He leaned back in his chair. There was a pained look in his face. She was almost sorry that she had mentioned his daughter's name.

      "Perhaps," he said, "it is as well that you should have asked me that question. I have always been an indulgent father, as I think you will find me an indulgent uncle. But there are certain things, certain offences I might say, for which I have no forgiveness. Stella deceived me. She made use of information, secret information which she acquired in this room, to benefit some man in whom she was interested. She used my secrets to enrich this person. She did this after I had warned her. I never warn twice."

      "You mean that you sent her away?" she asked timidly.

      "I mean that my doors are closed to her," he answered gravely, "as they would be closed upon you if you behaved as Stella has behaved. But, my dear child," he added, smiling kindly at her, "I do not expect this from you. I feel sure that what I have said will be sufficient. If you will stay with me a little time, and take my daughter's place, I think you will not find me very stern or very ungrateful. Now I am going to ring for Mrs. Perrin, my housekeeper, and she will show you your room. To-night you and I are going to dine quite alone, and we can talk again then. By the by, do you really mean that you have never been to New York before?"

      "Never!" she answered. "I have been to Boston twice, never anywhere else."

      He smiled.

      "Well," he said, "the sooner you are introduced to some of its wonders, the better. We will dine out to-night, and I will take you to one of the famous restaurants. It will suit me better to be somewhere out of the way for an hour or two this evening. There is a panic in Chicago and Illinois—but there, you wouldn't understand that. Be ready at 8 o'clock."

      "But uncle—" she began.

      He waved his hand.

      "I know what you are going to say—clothes. You will find some evening dresses in your room. I have had a collection of things sent round on approval, and you will probably be able to find one you can wear. Ah! here is Mrs. Perrin."

      The door had opened, and a middle-aged lady in a stiff black silk gown had entered the room.

      "Mrs. Perrin," he said, "this is my niece. She comes from the country.

       She knows nothing. Tell her everything that she ought to know. Help her

       with her clothes, and turn her out as well as you can to dine with me at

       Sherry's at eight o'clock."

      A bell rang at his elbow, and one of the telephones began to tinkle. He picked up the receiver and waved them out of the room. Virginia followed her guide upstairs, feeling more and more with every step she took that she was indeed a wanderer in some new and enchanted land of the Arabian Nights.

CHAPTER II

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      COUSIN STELLA

      "Well," he said, smiling kindly at her over the bank of flowers which occupied the centre of the small round table at which they were dining, "what do you think of it all?"

      Virginia shook her head.

      "I cannot tell you," she said. "I haven't any words left. It is all so wonderful. You have never been to our home at Wellham Springs, or else you would understand."

      He smiled.

      "I think I can understand," he said, "what it is like. I, too, you know, was brought up at a farmhouse."

      Her eyes smiled at him across the table.

      "You should see my room," she said, "at home. It is just about as large as the cupboard in which I am supposed to keep my dresses here."

      "I hope," he said, "that you will like where Mrs. Perrin has put you."

      "Like!" she gasped. "I don't believe that I could have ever imagined anything like it. Do you know that I have a big bathroom of my own, with a marble floor, and a sitting-room so beautiful that I am afraid almost to look into it. I don't believe I'll ever be able to go to bed."

      "In a week," he said indulgently, "you will become quite used to these things. In a month you would miss them terribly if you had to give them up."

      Her face was suddenly grave. He looked across at her keenly.

      "What are you thinking of?" he asked.

      "I was thinking," she answered, after a moment's hesitation, "of Stella. I was wondering what it must be to her to have to give up all these beautiful things."

      His expression hardened a little. The smile had passed from his lips.

      "You never knew your cousin, I think?" he asked.

      "Never," she admitted.

      "Then I do not think," he said, "that you need waste your sympathy upon her. Tell me, do you see that young lady in a mauve-coloured dress and a large hat, sitting three tables to the left of us?"

      She looked across and nodded.

      "Of course I do," she answered. "How handsome she is, and what a strange-looking man she has with her! He looks very clever."

      Her uncle smiled once more, but his face lacked its benevolent expression.

      "The man is clever," he answered. "His name is Norris Vine, and he is a journalist, part owner of a newspaper, I believe. He is one of those foolish persons who imagine themselves altruists, and who are always trying to force their opinions upon other people. The young lady with him—is my daughter and your cousin."

      Virginia's great eyes were opened wider than ever. Her lips parted, showing her wonderful teeth. The pink colour stained her cheeks.

      "Do you mean that that is Stella?" she exclaimed.

      Her uncle nodded, and paused for a moment to give an order to a passing maître d'hôtel.

      "Yes!" he resumed, "that is Stella, and that is the man for whose sake she robbed me."

      Virginia was still full of wonder.

      "But you did not speak to her when she came in!" she said. "You nodded to the man, but took no notice of her!"

      "I do not expect," he said quietly, "ever to speak to her again. I have been a kind father; I think that on the whole I am a good-natured man, but there are things which I do not forgive, and which I