"Well, I don't know who she is in love with," said the lady who had sat next to me at dinner, "but I know who she is going to marry. She is going to marry Jim Canter. Her aunt has made that match." "Oh! do you think so?" demanded our hostess, who had joined the group. "I don't believe she will marry any one she is not in love with, and I can't believe she is in love with that fat, coarse, dissipated creature. He is simply repulsive to me." I began to conceive an even higher opinion of my hostess than I had already had. "I don't think it is anybody," continued our hostess. "Oh! yes, you do--you think it is Doctor Capon." "Doctor Capon! It is much more likely to be Mr. Marvel." "Mr. Marvel! Who is he?--Oh, yes, the young preacher who turned Jew and was put out of his church. I remember now." "Is Mr. Marvel a Jew?" I inquired. "Oh! yes, indeed, and a terrible Socialist." "Ah, I did not know that." "I heard she was going to marry a Jew," interjected another lady corroboratively, "but I must say it looks very much like Mr. Canter to me." "Oh! she wouldn't marry a Jew?" suggested Mrs. Arrow. "I heard there was a young lawyer or something." "She would if she'd a mind to," said our hostess. "I still stand by Doctor Capon," declared Mrs. Arrow. "He is so refined." "And I by Jim Canter--I thought at one time it was Count Pushkin; but since Milly McSheen has taken him away, the other seems to be the winning card. I must say I think the count would have been the better match of the two." "I don't think that," exclaimed the other lady. "And neither would you, if you knew him." "Possibly, she knows the other," I suggested. "Oh! no--you see she could get rid of the count, if he proved too objectionable, and then she would still have the title." "I never heard a more infamous proposal," I said in an aside to our hostess. She laughed. "No, did you--but she was only jesting----" "Not she!" I was in no mood to tolerate jesting on the subject of Eleanor Leigh's marriage. My aside to our hostess drew the attention of the others to me, and Mrs. Arrow suddenly said, "Mr. Glave, which would you say? You know them both, don't you?" "I do." "Well, which would you say?" "Neither," said I. I wanted to add that I would cheerfully murder them both before I would allow either of them to destroy Eleanor Leigh's life; but I contented myself with my brief reply. "Oh! Mr. Glave is evidently one of her victims," laughed our hostess, for which I was grateful to her.