where he is to take us to his old place, is beautiful."
"Mr. Romaine's place and our place, Corbin Hall, are not far apart," said Letty, and at once Miss Maywood felt a new interest in her.
"Pray tell me about it," she said. "Is it a hunting country?"
"For men," answered Letty. "But I never knew of women following the hounds. We sometimes go out on horseback to see the hunt, but we don't really follow the hounds."
"But there is good hunting, I fancy," cried Miss Maywood with animation. "Mr. Romaine has promised me that, and I like a good stiff country, such as he tells me it is. I have hunted for four seasons in Yorkshire, but now that Gladys has married in London, she has invited me to be with her for six months in the year, and although I hate London, I love Gladys, and it's a great saving, too. But it puts a stop to my hunting."
Letty noticed that not only did Miss Maywood use Mr. Romaine's name very often, but she glanced at him continually. He sat quite close to the Colonel, listening with a half smile to Colonel Corbin's sounding pe-
