of consequences.

"Oh, I am glad, glad," she cried, "glad that you love me!"

But before Corthell could say anything more Landry Court and Page
came up.

"We've been looking for you," said the young girl quietly. Page was
displeased. She took herself and her sister--in fact, the whole
scheme of existence--with extraordinary seriousness. She had no
sense of humour. She was not tolerant; her ideas of propriety and
the amenities were as immutable as the fixed stars. A fine way for
Laura to act, getting off into corners with Sheldon Corthell. It
would take less than that to make talk. If she had no sense of her
obligations to Mrs. Cressler, at least she ought to think of the
looks of things.

"They're beginning again," she said solemnly. "I should think you'd
feel as though you had missed about enough of this opera."

They returned to the box. The rest of the party were reassembling.

"Well, Laura," said Mrs. Cressler, when they had sat down, "do you
like it?"

"I don't want to leave it--ever," she answered. "I could stay here
always."

"I like the young man best," observed Aunt Wess'. "The one who seems
to be the friend of the tall fellow with a cloak. But why does he