discarded; finally a double looping, without braids, low over the
forehead, caught back with two dark-green bands, crossing like an
X above the center of her forehead and fastened with a diamond
sunburst, served admirably. In her filmy, lacy boudoir costumeof
pink silk Aileen stood up and surveyed herself in the full-length
mirror.

"Yes," she said, turning her head this way and that.

Then came the dress from Donovan's, rustling and crisping. She
slipped into it wonderingly, critically, while Fadette worked at
the back, the arms, about her knees, doing one little essential
thing after another.

"Oh, Madame!" she exclaimed. "Oh, charmant! Ze hair, it go weeth
it perfect. It ees so full, so beyutiful here"--she pointed to
the hips, where the lace formed a clinging basque. "Oh, tees
varee, varee nize."

Aileen glowed, but with scarcely a smile. She was concerned. It
wasn't so much her toilet, which must be everything that it should
be--but this Mr. Addison, who was so rich and in society, and Mr.
Rambaud, who was very powerful, Frank said, must like her. It was
the necessity to put her best foot forward now that was really
troubling her. She must interest these men mentally, perhaps, as
well as physically, and with social graces, and that was not so
easy. For all her money and comfort in Philadelphia she had never
been in society in its best aspects, had never done social
entertaining of any real importance. Frank was the most important
man who had ever crossed her path. No doubt Mr. Rambaud had a