While this incident was occurring in the hall of the second story, Mr. Amos Palmer was being introduced to the company below.

His advent caused quite a flutter of excitement among the young ladies; for most of them were acquainted with Ray, who for nearly two years had been a great favorite in society, and they had been led to expect that he was to join their company at Hazeldean.

Great disappointment was expressed when they learned that he was not likely to put in an appearance at all, and Mr. Palmer began to feel sorry that he had not insisted upon having his son come with him.

Mr. Wellington was full of wit and pleasantry, and made merry, as he went around the room with his friend, to introduce the strangers to him.

As they came to Mrs. Montague, he was somewhat surprised when the lady greeted Mr. Palmer with great cordiality.

“I have already the pleasure of Mr. Palmer’s acquaintance,” she said, with one of her most alluring smiles, as she extended her hand to him, and forthwith she entered into conversation with him, thus effectually chaining him to her side.

He seemed only too well pleased to linger there—­he was, in fact, a willing captive to her wiles, a circumstance which the bright eyes of the younger portion of the company did not fail to observe and to comment upon, with something of amusement, and not a little of the match-making spirit of their own mammas.

“Girls!” exclaimed Alice Farwell, a gay, dashing beauty of twenty, to a group of friends whom she had coaxed into a corner, “do you know that a romance has begun here this evening?—­a romance that will not be long in culminating in matrimony?  Oh! don’t go to pluming your feathers,” she continued, as there was a general flutter, “for we young Americans will not figure in the story at all, though we may possibly be invited to the wedding.  Oh, if it should prove to be the only match of the season!” and with a long-drawn sigh, she glanced mischievously across the room, toward the recent arrival, who was apparently oblivious of all, save the attractions of the charming Mrs. Montague.

Talk of match-making mammas!

This bevy of young girls became so engrossed in watching the progress of the romance which was then being enacted in their presence, that they forgot to flirt themselves, and took pains to help it on in every possible way.

“It will be just the nicest match in the world,” said Edith Brown, delightfully.  “Mr. Palmer is a fine-looking old gentleman, and Mrs. Montague, though she seems a great deal younger, will make him a lovely wife.”

“It will be so suitable, too, for they are both rich, and stand high in society,” whispered a third, with an eye to worldly prosperity.

“And she can have all the diamonds she wants,” chimed in a little miss of sixteen, “for he is a diamond merchant, you know.”

This remark caused a general laugh, and then the conversation turned upon the recent robbery, which was discussed at some length.