“Surely,” she said, “you don’t object to the
young lady’s name?”
"J have no opinion to offer, Catherine. 1
don’t believe In the name.”
“Oh, mamma, do you suspect that it’s an
assumed name?”
“My dear, I haven’t adoubtthat It is. May
I ask another question?” the old lady contin
ued, turning to Llnley. “What references
did Miss Westerficld give you?”
“No references at all.”
Mrs. 1 testy rose with tho alacrity of a
young woman, and hurried to tho door. “Fol
low my example,” she said to her daughter,
on her way out. “Lock up your jewel-box.”
Llnley drew a deep breath of relief when
ho was left alone with ills wife. “What
makes your mother so particularly disagree
able this morning?” ho inquired.
“Sho doesn’t approve, dear, of my leaving
ft to you to choose a governess for Kilty.”
"Whore is Kitty?”
“Out on her pony for a ride over tho hills.
Why did you send a telegram, Herbert, to
prepare me for tho governess? Hid you real
ly think 1 might bo Jealous of Miss AVcstcr
lield?”
Llnley burst out laughing. “No such idea
entered my head,” lie answered. “It isn’t
in you, my dear, to lie Jealous.”
Mrs. Llnley was not quite satisfied with
this view of her character. Her husband’s
well intended compliment reminded her that
there are occasions when any woman may bo
Jealous, no matter how generous and how
gentle she may be. “Wo won’t go quite so
far as that,” she said to trim, “because ”
She stopped, unwilling to dwell too long on
a delicate subject. Ho jocosely finished the
sentence for her. “Because wo don't know
what may happen in the future?” lie suggest
ed; making another mistake by making a
Joke.
