It is getting damp & we must be off to our hotel. Our paths divide, here, eh? Mr. Hastings. Come & see us.” “Goodbye,” said Madeline, with a smile. “Goodbye,” he answered; “shall you be at home tomorrow afternoon?” “Yes. I believe so. Shall we not, Mamma?” “What, my dear? Yes,” nodded Mrs. Graham. “Do come, Mr. Hastings. It’s a little dull for Madeline here.” And they parted, Guy lifting his hat, & lingering a moment to watch them on their way. “A very nice young fellow, eh?” said Mr. Graham, as Madeline slipped her hand through his arm. “Excellent family. Excellent family.” “And so polite,” cried Mrs. Graham. “I declare he talked beautifully.” “I think he is very handsome,” said Madeline, softly. “And how clever he is, Papa.” “Clever, eh? Yes—yes; a rising young fellow. And very good family.” “But it’s a wonder to me he took any notice of you, Maddy,” observed Mrs. Graham. “Those handsome young men in the best society don’t care for anything under an Earl’s wife.” “But he is a gentleman, Mamma!” said Madeline with a blush. The next afternoon, a servant was sent up to Mr. Graham’s apartments at the Hôtel Belvidere with a card; which a maid carried into an inner room, where the following dialogue went on while the Hôtel servant waited. “Mr. Hastings, Mamma—what shall I do?” “See him, love. I am not suffering much.” “Oh, Mamma, I can’t leave you alone!” “With Priggett, my dear? Of course. Perhaps he might know of a physician.” “Of course, Mamma! I will see him. Ask the man to shew Mr. Hastings up.” And when Guy was ushered into the stiffly-furnished sitting room a pale young lady with her crown of golden hair somewhat disturbed & her white dress rumpled, came forward to meet him. “Oh, Mr.