On the eve of his departure, she gave a party in his honour. It was not much in his line, and he expected it would be a bit of a bore, but as she was so keen on it, it would have been ungrateful on his part not to fall in with her views. Entertaining was her forte, and on this particular occasion she surpassed herself. It was the jolliest little party imaginable. Charlie was the tame lion on the occasion, and with becoming meekness, he submitted to be trotted out.
Early in the evening she bore him away from a couple of men friends to introduce him to a lady.
"Cnarlie," she said, "this ie Mrs Sterne, who particularly wants to wish you Godspeed. She is a very dear friend of mine, and her mother and I were at school to gether."

As she bustled away to another part of the room, she cried, laughingly, over her shoulder: —

"Don't let him run away." "There is no danger of that. Miss Estern," said Charlie, with a bow.
