his name had been
accidentally mentioned at dinner, remained in her memory, and led
us, by perfectly natural gradations, into speaking of Mrs.
Beauly. "At last," I thought to myself, "the Major's little
dinner will bring me my reward!"

And what a reward it was, when it came! My  sinks in me
again--as it sank on that never-to-be-forgotten evening--while I
sit at my desk thinking of it.

 "So Dexter really spoke to you of Mrs. Beauly!" exclaimed Lady
Clarinda. "You have no idea how you  me."

"May I ask why?"

"He  her! The last time I saw him he wouldn't allow me to
mention her name. It is one of his innumerable oddities. If any
such feeling as  is a possible feeling in such a nature
as his, he ought to like Helena Beauly. She is the most
completely unconventional person I know. When she does break out,
poor dear, she says  and does  which are almost
reckless enough to be worthy of Dexter himself. I  whether
you would like her?"

"You have kindly asked me to visit you, Lady Clarinda. Perhaps I
may meet her at your house?"

"