Montague shrugged his shoulders. "_Cosi fan tutti_," he said.

"What do you make of Betty Wyman?" asked the other.

"She is having a good time," said he. "I don't think she has much
conscience about it."

"Is she very much in love with Ollie?" she asked.

"I don't know," he said. "I can't make them out. It doesn't seem to
trouble them very much."

This was after church while they were strolling down the Avenue,
gazing at the procession of new spring costumes.--"Who is that
stately creature you just bowed to?" inquired Lucy.

"That?" said Montague. "That is Miss Hegan--Jim Hegan's daughter."

"Oh!" said Lucy. "I remember--Betty Wyman told me about her."

"Nothing very good, I imagine," said Montague, with a smile.

"It was interesting," said Lucy. "Fancy having a father with a
hundred millions, and talking about going in for settlement work!"

"Well," he answered, "I told you one could get tired of the
splurge."

Lucy looked at him quizzically. "I should think that kind of a girl
would rather appeal to you," she said.