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more. In the process she confided the story to Fanny Price, who got suddenly red⁠—a phenomenon rare with her and which annoyed her very much, so much that she bit her lip, desisting only through fear of making it bleed. What is the use of spoiling one’s looks?

Marie, meanwhile, rather liked Annandale. She also rather liked Orr. One evening both were bidden to the aviary. At the bidding Annandale had hesitated. He did not wish to offend Sylvia. But reflecting that she need never know, that, anyway, it was none of her business and, besides, what the deuce! he was not tied to her apron strings, was he? he concluded to go.

To that conclusion he was assisted by a cocktail. At the time he was in Madison Square, where on a ground floor he occupied a set of chambers, a suite of long, large rooms, sumptuously but soberly furnished with things massive and plain. Here he lived in much luxury and entire peace, save recently when he had lost a retainer and found a burglar. The memory of that intrusion recurring, he touched a bell.

A man appeared, smug and solemn, a new valet that he had got in to replace an old family servant whom an accident had eliminated.

“Harris, I forgot to ask. Did you get the revolver I told you to buy?”

“Yes, sir. A 32 calibre. It is in the pantry, sir.”

“Put it in the drawer of my dressing-table.”

“Yes, sir. Thank you, sir.”

“And Harris, make me another cocktail.” As the man was leaving Annandale called after him, “Make two.”

It was these that assisted Annandale to his decision. A man of means, without immediate relatives, without ponderable cares, under their