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Show llllllllose anll Silver 11 JDrc:am Rose, turning in the doorway as she went out, to say: "Can't you even thank me for leaving you alone?" "Bless her," said Allison, fondly. "What sweet women they are ! " "Yes," answered Isabel, spitefully, "especially Rose." He laughed heartily. "What a little goose you are, sweetheart. Kiss me, dear-dearest." "I won't," she flashed back, stubbornly, nor would she, until at last, by superior strength, he took his lover's privilege from lips that ref used to yield. That night he dreamed that, for a single exquisite instant, Isabel had answered him, giving him Jove for love. Then, strangely enough, Isabel became Rose, in a gown of gold, with golden roses twined in her hair. XIV ~be ~blrtletb of June DINNER that night had been rather a silent affair at Kent's, as well as at Madame Bernard's. Being absorbed in his own thoughts, AJiison did not realise how unsociable he was, nor that the old man across the table from him perceived that they had reached the beginning of the end. When Allison spoke, it was always of Isabel. Idealised in her lover's sight, she stood before him as the one" perfect woman, nobly planned," predestined, through countless ages, to be his mate. Colonel Kent merely agreed with him in monosyllables until Allison became conscious that his father did not wholly share his enthusiasm. "I wish you knew her, Dad," he said, regretfully. "You 'Jilove her when you do." "I 'm willing to," answered the Colonel, shortly. "I called on her this afternoon," he added, after a brief pause. AJiison's face illumined. "Was she there? Did you see her ? " 1 93 llMorbcb tn bit ~ ... U:bougbtt |