"Olive," he said coolly to his sister in an undertone, "I took the liberty of sending Jane and Peter Bell an invitation--and they ’re here. I want you to brace up and give them just as nice a welcome as you ’re giving the rest. Hold on! If you ’re angry at anybody, it’s at me, and you ’ve no right to take it out of them for that. One thing I can tell you; if you are frosty to them you ’ll settle with me afterward." He had his sister in a corner--so to speak. Olive cared very much for appearances. There were many eyes upon her; she could make no angry response or show chagrin in any way without attracting notice and comment. All she could do--which she promptly did--was to whisper back, with lips which smiled for the sake of those who looked at her: "You wretch, I ’ll pay you off--never fear!" "Do; I don’t mind," and Forrest approached his mother. He was her favourite son, and she was a thorough woman of the world. He had reckoned on her making the best of the situation; and when he had told her, with a gay glance and a furtive squeeze of her hand, he received no more severe threat of punishment than he had expected in her light: "You naughty boy! You ’ll have to take care of them; nobody else knows them, or will care to." "I’ll see to them," was her son’s careless reply, and he crossed over to Murray, who was indifferently playing his part of young host. To him, as Jane and Peter appeared at the doorway, Forrest made a hasty explanation. Murray’s face instantly brightened, and he answered promptly: "It was a risky thing to do, but I ’m glad they ’re here. Between us we ’ll make sure they have a good time." There was nothing in the greeting of Mrs. Townsend or of Olive to give Peter and Jane a hint of their position. The Bells had expected only a formal reception on an occasion like this, and when they received it, felt no special lack. And whatever was wanting in the greeting of the hostesses was made up by the masculine half of the receiving party. "This is jolly," said Forrest, giving each a hearty grasp of the hand. "’I ’m immensely glad you could come," and as others pressed toward him, he passed them on to Murray. "Do you know," said Murray, "having you two come to-night makes up to me for the whole thing. I detest parties, as a rule, never go to them, and would n’t come downstairs at our own affairs if I could get out of it. But I ’m glad I could n’t--this time--. See here, you don’t know many of these people, do you?" "Nobody at all." "Of course not--having only just moved into the neighbourhood. I can’t do much myself except sit about and look on, and I ’m going to be so bold as to beg your company, Miss Bell, for so much of the evening as you ’ll give me. There are a lot of pleasant nooks about the rooms and halls, and I ’d like to try them all with you. That’s a selfish plan, is n’t it?" and he smiled at her. "It’s lovely of you, of course, and you know it," she answered.