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Show teabel'• llnnotance Gll~ 'Rose an~ $1l11er faintly afar-like Isabel's spangles, he thought. A soft-winged wayfarer of the night brushed lightly against his cheek in passing, and he laughed aloud, to think that a grey moth should bring the memory of a kiss.. Then, with a swift sinking of the heart, he remembered Isabel's unvarying coldness. Never for an instant had she answered him as Rose-- 01Nonsense," he muttered to himself, angrily. "What an unspeakable cad I am ! " There was a light step on the path and Isabel appeared out of the shadows. She was holding up her skirts and seemed annoyed. In the first glance Allison noted that she was not wearing the spangled gown. She submitted to his eager embrace and endured his kiss; even the blindest lover could not have said more. Yet her coldness only thrilled him to the depths with love of her, as has been the way of men since the world began. " I don't understand this foolishness," she said, fretfully, as she released herself from his encircling arm. "It 's damp and chilly out here, and I 'II get wet and take cold." "It isn't damp, darling, and you can't take cold. Why didn't you wear the spangles?" "Do you suppose I want to spoil my best gown dragging it through the wet grass?" "The grass isn't wet, and, anyhow, you ttbe ttblrttetb of ;tune haven't been on it-only on the path. Come over here to the bench and sit down." "I don't want to. I want to go in." "All right, but not just yet. I 'II carry you, if you're afraid of dampness." Before she could protest, he had picked her up and laughingly seated her on the bench at the edge of the lily-pool. Isabel smoothed her rumpled hair. "You've mussed me all up," she complained. "Why can't we go in? Aunt Francesca and Rose are upstairs." "Listen, sweetheart. Please be patient with me just a minute, won't you? I 've brought you your engagement ring." "Oh," cried Isabel, delightedly. "Let me see it!" "I want to tell you about it first. You remember, don't you, that the first night I came here, you were wearing a big silver pin-a turquoise matrix, set in dull silver?" "I 've forgotten." "Well, I haven't. Someway. it seemed to suit you as jewels seldom suit anybody, and you had it on the other night when you promised to marry me. Both times you were wearing the spangled gown, and that's why I asked for it to-night, and why I 've had your engagement ring made of a turquoise." Isabel murmured inarticulately, but he went on, heedlessly: "It's made of silver because 1 99 J3hseanl:l !511-oc:t |