"Miss Julian?" Owen had perceptibly colored.
"I'm sure she hasn't concealed her opinion."
"Oh, it's the opinion of the family circle, for she's a member of it, of course. And then she has her own as well."
"Her own opinion?"
"Her own family circle."
"Do you mean her mother—that patient lady?"
"I mean more particularly her father, who fell in battle. And her grandfather, and his father, and her uncles and great-uncles; they all fell in battle."
"Hasn't the sacrifice of so many lives been sufficient? Why should she sacrifice you?"
"Oh, she hates me!" Owen declared, as they resumed their walk.
"Ah, the hatred of pretty girls for fine young men!" exclaimed Spencer Coyle.
He didn't believe in it, but his wife did, it appeared perfectly, when he mentioned this conversation while, in the fashion that has been described, the visitors dressed for
