charming to every woman but me. I can't help being sorry for her; but I hate her."

Five minutes later a barouche rolls past the window. An elderly and a young lady are in it. Adrian is bending forward to button Milly's glove, Milly radiant and charming. Henrietta sees them. "I hate her!" she murmurs. This time she does not say "I am sorry for her."

END OF THE FIRST VOLUME.

LONDON: PRINTED BY MACDONALD AND TUGWELL, BLENHEIM HOUSE.