"I believe," said Lady Caroline, one day, interrupting her maid in
a glowing eulogium upon the skill of "M. Leetell,"--"I believe you
are in love with this Professor." A quick flush crossed the olive
cheek of Therese, which Lady Caroline afterward remembered.

The eventful day of trial came. The public were gathered,
impatient and scornful as the pigheaded public are apt to be. In
the open area a long cylindrical balloon, in shape like a Bologna
sausage, swayed above the machine, from which, like some enormous
bird caught in a net, it tried to free itself. A heavy rope held
it fast to the ground.

Little was waiting for the ballast, when his eye caught Lady
Caroline's among the spectators. The glance was appealing. In a
moment he was at her side.

"I should like so much to get into the machine," said the arch-
hypocrite, demurely.

"Are you engaged to marry young Raby," said Little, bluntly.

"As you please," she said with a courtesy; "do I take this as a
refusal?"

Little was a gentleman. He lifted her and her lapdog into the car.

"How nice! it won't go off?"

"No, the rope is strong, and the ballast is not yet in."