"I should think one gown would be enough for one wedding," he replied, smiling, "and as for a revolution--bah! Brazil is as safe as a nursery these days." "You must promise me not to give up your writing," she said. "I could not give it up if I tried. I am under contract for two novels inside the next two years," he answered. Molly shook her head at that. They touched their nags to a canter, and for a little while rode in silence. "You took your time to find out," called Molly, presently. "I am afraid I can't make it any clearer to you," he replied. Molly drew her horse toward his, and leaned forward in the saddle. "Dearest boy," she said, "I can't believe that you will ever forget how cruel I was to you, though I know that you forgave me long ago." "The memory of it is buried somewhere in the Pernamba bush, with the body of Penthouse," he answered, gently. "But tell me," she began, and paused. "Anything," he laughed back. "Did you ever care for Marion Tetson?" "Not even in those days--when she was really charming." Several months later, at the house of a mutual friend, Mrs. Travers met General Davidson. The general beamed upon her with marked cordiality. "I am glad to know that some English people appreciate a good thing," he said. The rest of the company turned to see what was going on, and the old lady stared. "I am speaking of your distinguished son-in-law, Herbert Hemming," continued the general, in a dress-parade voice, "and I assure you, madam, that when he took command of the military district of Rio Janeiro, England lost a valuable man. It is a crying shame," he added, glaring around, "that the English government had not Mrs. Travers's discernment." The dame mumbled a meaningless reply. A curate sniggered behind his hand. Later Mrs. Travers cornered her hostess. "Why didn't the ungrateful girl tell me?" she asked. "Tell you what, my dear?" "About that Rio Janeiro military district." "You should have read the papers, my dear," replied her hostess, coldly; "then, perhaps, you would not have made yourself so ridiculous." THE END. GILBERT AND RIVINGTON, LD., ST. JOHN'S HOUSE, CLERKENWELL, E.C.