was an afternoon service at three in attending which the Duchess was very particular.  The Duke never went at that time nor was it expected that any of the gentlemen would do so; but women are supposed to require more church than men, and the Duchess rather made it a point that at any rate the young ladies staying in the house should accompany her.  Over the other young ladies there her authority could only be that of influence, but such authority generally sufficed.  From her niece it might be supposed that she would exact obedience, and in this instance she tried it.  “We start in five minutes,” she said to Arabella as that young lady was loitering at the table.

“Don’t wait for me; aunt, I’m not going,” said Arabella boldly.

“I hope you will come to church with us,” said the Duchess sternly.

“Not this afternoon.”

“Why not, Arabella?”

“I never do go to church twice on Sundays.  Some people do, and some people don’t.  I suppose that’s about it.”

“I think that all young women ought to go to church on Sunday afternoon unless there is something particular to prevent them.”  Arabella shrugged her shoulders and the Duchess stalked angrily away.

“That makes me feel so awfully wicked,” said the Duchess of Omnium, who was the only other lady then left in the room.  Then she got up and went out and Arabella of course followed her.  Lord Rufford had heard it all but had stood at the window and said nothing.  He had not been to church at all, and was quite accustomed to the idea that as a young nobleman who only lived for pleasure he was privileged to be wicked.  Had the Duchess of Mayfair been blessed with a third daughter fit for marriage she would not have thought of repudiating such a suitor as Lord Rufford because he did not go to church.

When the house was cleared Arabella went upstairs and put on her hat.  It was a bright beautiful winter’s day, not painfully cold because the air was dry, but still a day that warranted furs and a muff.  Having prepared herself she made her way alone to a side door which led from a branch of the hall on to the garden terrace, and up and down that she walked two or three times,—­so that any of the household that saw her might perceive that she had come out simply for exercise.  At the end of the third turn instead of coming back she went on quickly to the conservatory and took the path which led round to the further side.  There was a small lawn here fitted for garden games, and on the other end of it an iron gate leading to a path into the woods.  At the further side of the iron gate and leaning against it, stood Lord Rufford smoking a cigar.  She did not pause a moment but hurried across the lawn to join him.  He opened the gate and she passed through.  “I’m not going to be done by a dragon,” she said as she took her place alongside of him.

“Upon my, word, Miss Trefoil, I don’t think I ever knew a human being with so much pluck as you have got”