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"Nonsense! we know to our cost that you of all others need fear

rivalry from no quarter. There; don't break any more. What superb

taste the doctor has! This lovely spot comes nearer my ideal of

European elegance than any place I know at the South. I suppose the

fascination of his home makes him such a recluse! Why doesn't he

visit more? He neglects us shamefully! He is such a favorite in

society too; only I believe everybody is rather afraid of him. I

shall make a most desperate effort to charm him so soon as an

opportunity offers. Don't tell him I said so though--'forewarned,

forearmed.'" All this was very volubly uttered by a dashing, showy

young lady, dressed in the extreme of fashion, and bearing

unmistakable marks of belonging to beau monde. She extended a hand

eased in white kid, for the flowers, and looked steadily at the lady

of the house as she spoke.

"I shall not betray your designs, Miss Julia. Guy is a great lover

of the beautiful, and I am not aware that anywhere in the book of

fate is written the decree that he shall not marry again. Take care,

you are tearing your lace point on that rose bush; let me disengage

it." She stooped to rescue the cobweb wrapping, and, looking about

her, Miss Julia exclaimed: "Is that you, Pauline? Come and kiss me! Why, you look as unsociable

as your uncle, sitting there all alone!"

She extended her hand toward Beulah, who, as may be supposed, made

no attempt to approach her. Mrs. Chilton smiled, and, clasping the

bracelet on her arm, discovered to her visitor the mistake.

"Pauline is not at home. That is a little beggarly orphan Guy took

it into his head to feed and clothe, till some opportunity offered

of placing her in a respectable home. I have teased him unmercifully

about this display of taste; asked him what rank he assigned her in

his catalogue of beautiful treasures." She laughed as if much

amused.

"Oh, that reminds me that I heard some of the schoolgirls say that

the doctor had adopted an orphan. I thought I would ask you about

it. Mother here declared that she knew it could not be so; but I

told her he was so very odd, there was no accounting for his

notions. So he has not adopted her?"

"Pshaw! of course not! She was a wretched little object of charity,

and Guy brought her here to keep her from starving. He picked her up

at the hospital, I believe."