But what should you expect in one who all his life has had about him the
best society of England?"

"Ah! I can see you like him--venerate him!" This with ardor.

"I won't answer for the veneration," returned Richard. "I like him well
enough--as Mr. Gwynn."

Mrs. Hanway-Harley stared in matronly reproof.

"You don't appear over grateful to your benefactor."

"No;" and Richard shook his head. "I'm quite the churl, I know; but I
can't help it."

Richard found a chance to say to Dorothy,

"I see that you love flowers."

This was when Dorothy had taken refuge among those blossoms.

"I worship flowers," returned Dorothy.

"Now I don't wonder," exclaimed Richard. "You and they have so much in
common."

Mrs. Hanway-Harley was for the moment preoccupied with thoughts of Mr.
Gwynn, and plans for the small Senate dinner at which that austere
gentleman would find himself in the place of honor. However, she caught
some flash of Richard's remark. For the fraction of an instant it bred a