"Oh, they do if they fall in love. There are a great many men in the world and even in New York, besides the small tuft-hunting, money-loving parasites that one meets at the so-called swell houses. If those you and I know were all, New York would be a very insignificant place. The brains and the character and the heart; the makers and leaders, are not found at the dinners and balls we are honored with invitations to by Mrs. Nailor and her like. Alice Lancaster was saying the other day--" Mrs. Wentworth froze up. "Alice Lancaster!" Her eyes flashed. "Do not quote her to me!" Her lips choked with the words. "She is a friend of yours, and a good friend of yours," declared Keith, boldly. "I do not want such friends as that," she said, flaming suddenly. "Who do you suppose has come between my husband and me?" "Not Mrs. Lancaster." "Yes." "No," said Keith, firmly; "you wrong them both. You have been misled." She rose and walked up and down the room in an excitement like that of an angry lioness. "You are the only friend that would say that to me." "Then I am a better friend than others." He went on to defend Mrs. Lancaster warmly. When Keith left he wondered if that outburst meant that she still loved Norman. It is not to be supposed that Mr. Keith's visits to the house of Mrs. Wentworth had gone unobserved or unchronicled. That portion of the set that knew Mrs. Wentworth best, which is most given to the discussion of such important questions as who visits whom too often, and who has stopped visiting whom altogether, with the reasons therefor, was soon busy over Keith's visits. They were referred to in the society column of a certain journal recently started, known by some as "The Scandal-monger's Own," and some kind friend was considerate enough to send Norman Wentworth a marked copy. Some suggested timidly that they had heard that Mr. Keith's visits were due to his opinion of the governess; but they were immediately suppressed. Mrs. Nailor expressed the more general opinion when she declared that even a débutante would know that men like Ferdy Wickersham and Mr. Keith did not fall in love with unknown governesses. That sort of thing would do to put in books; but it did not happen in real life. They might visit them, but--! After which she proceeded to say as many ill-natured things about Miss Lois as she could think of; for the story of Lois's stopping her ears had also gotten abroad.