hates you, is ready to accept the first proposal she receives out of pure pique." "Oh, Agatha is a born diplomat. Of course she has written before this, and, without actually saying it, has managed to convey the fact that you are a monster of perfidy; and Lisbeth, poor child, who is probably crying her eyes out, or imagining she hates you, is ready to accept the first proposal she receives out of pure pique." "What on earth can I do?" I exclaimed. "What on earth can I do?" I exclaimed. "You might go fishing," the Duchess suggested thoughtfully. "You might go fishing," the Duchess suggested thoughtfully. "Fishing!" I repeated, "--er, to be sure, but----" "Fishing!" I repeated, "--er, to be sure, but----" "Riverdale is a very pretty place, they tell me," pursued the Duchess in the same thoughtful tone; "there is a house there, a fine old place, called Fane Court. It stands facing the river, and adjoins Selwyn Park, I believe." "Riverdale is a very pretty place, they tell me," pursued the Duchess in the same thoughtful tone; "there is a house there, a fine old place, called Fane Court. It stands facing the river, and adjoins Selwyn Park, I believe." "Duchess," I exclaimed, as I jotted down the address upon my cuff, "I owe you a debt of gratitude that I can never----" "Duchess," I exclaimed, as I jotted down the address upon my cuff, "I owe you a debt of gratitude that I can never----" "Tut, tut!" said her Grace. "Tut, tut!" said her Grace. "I think I'll start to-day, and----" "I think I'll start to-day, and----" "You really couldn't do better," nodded the Duchess. "You really couldn't do better," nodded the Duchess.
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