opportunity for a word with Mona.

But there was no such treat in store for him, for she was at that moment
assisting Mary, who had met with a mishap in running up stairs, having
stepped upon her dress and torn it badly.

Ray found the room indicated, which proved to be Mrs. Montague's boudoir,
deposited his hat, gloves, and cane where he could conveniently get them
again--for he did not intend to remain long--and then descended to the
drawing-room.

He made his way at once to where Mrs. Montague was standing with her
captive beside her, for he desired to get through with the disagreeable
duty of offering congratulations, with all possible dispatch.

Poor Mr. Palmer! Ray pitied him, in spite of his aversion to the
engagement, for he looked heated and flushed, and somewhat sheepish as
his son approached, although he tried to smile and look happy, as if he
enjoyed the glitter and show and confusion reigning all about him.

Ray politely shook hands with his hostess, making some general remark
upon the occasion and the brilliant assembly, as he did so.

"And--I hope I am to have your congratulations." Mrs. Montague archly
remarked, as she glanced from him to his father.

"You certainly can have no doubt that I sincerely hope the arrangement
may be for your mutual happiness," the young man gravely replied, as he
bowed before them both.