Miss Stuart laughed softly, while Jean vouchsafed never a word. A glance of intelligence was flashed from Nan to Eleanor, and Nan spoke up in good-natured raillery. "Em, dear, have you ever heard that 'enough is as good as a feast.' Jean probably remembered that it it is fully twelve miles there and back and felt some qualms for fear her conversational ability would desert her." The laugh was general, for it was a joke of long standing that Jean could talk to anyone, at any time, and under any circumstances, however trying. Helen looked from one to the other with puzzled eyes. She had an uncomfortable consciousness that there was something in the air which she did not understand. She put an end to the discussion with quiet decision. "There will be quite time enough to talk this over later. We must wait and see how the weather turns out. Now, suppose we go downstairs and have some music before we break up." Later that evening she opened the subject again to Miss Stuart. "I will tell you what I have decided, Lillian. We will hire the Hetherford stage and all go over in that." And Miss Stuart answered, with a tinge of triumph in her voice: "That is certainly a most sensible plan, my dear." So it was settled. Jean accepted the decision without a protest. Deep in her heart she still cherished a strong hope that the misunderstandings between Farr and herself might one day be cleared away. She had acted contrary to her own wishes in excluding him from the drive to Crescent Beach, and she admitted to herself, shamefacedly, that she was glad the matter had been taken out of her hands. CHAPTER XIV. A DANCE AT CRESCENT BEACH. A very merry party of people assembled at the manor on Saturday evening. Nathalie flitted about among them with dancing feet and shining eyes, and one and all caught the spirit of her contagious enthusiasm. "Oh, what a lark it is," she cried. "It is full moon to-night, and everything has gone right from beginning to end." "The end is not yet, Miss Nathalie," Farr said to her with a faint smile. She shrugged her shoulders and laughed light-heartedly. "Don't be cynical. It is a bad habit." "The moon is rising," interposed Jean, turning about from the open doorway. "It is too lovely to stay indoors."