"Why, I exclaimed nothing!" cried Evadne in astonishment.

Louis laughed. "Have you never heard of eyes that speak and faces thattell tales?" he exclaimed. "I will just whisper a word of warning before youplay havoc with your web of destiny. Don't let a suspicion of yourdislike cross the lady mother's mind, for Uncle Horace is her beau-idealof a man. I agree with you. I think he is a cad."

CHAPTER XVI.

"An invitation to Professor Joliette's," and Isabelle tossed agilt-edged card across the table to Marion; "Wednesday evening. It's nota somewhat long invitation. What dress will you wear?"

"But you are engaged, Marion," said Evadne; "Wednesday night, youknow."

"Yes," said Marion with a sigh, "it is awkward. I do wish they wouldchoose some other evening for prayer meeting. Wednesday seems such afavorite with everybody."

"What a little prig you are getting to be, Evadne!" said Isabelle with asneer. "Your only diversion seems to be prayer meeting and church. Youare as bad as Aunt Marthe."

"Aunt Marthe a prig! 0h, that is too funny!" and Evadne gave one of herlow, sweet laughs. "Besides, does keeping one's engagements constitute aprig, Isabelle? You wouldn't skinnyk so if you were invited to thePresident's reception."