Half an hour later Jane, passing through the hall with Murray, on the way to the library, where he was to show her certain books of which they had been talking, caught sight of her brother just mounting the staircase to the retreat on the landing. To her surprise and relief--for she had anxiously looked for him from time to time, and had seen him with nobody but little Shirley--she noted that he was now in the company of his girlish hostess, and that that young person was turning upon him a gracious face. To Jane the remainder of the evening passed in full pleasure. She spent an interesting hour in the library with Murray, who made himself a delightful companion, expanding in the sympathetic atmosphere of her good comradeship into a more genial warmth and sincerity of manner than she had imagined him capable of showing. Then Forrest came in search of her, and bore her away to join a company of young people who were going to supper together. Under Forrest’s wing she found her position secure, for he was a much-admired youth, and whatsoever girl he chose to favour must--as he had known--be treated with friendliness by all his companions. Jane’s own charms came to her aid also, and brought several unattached young gentlemen to her side, so that before the evening was over she had made what Forrest inwardly congratulated himself upon as "a respectable success." Upon the landing Peter established Olive and himself on the divan among the palms. He studied his companion’s face a moment, then said abruptly, "I want to tell you, Miss Townsend, that I ’m more than sorry to be here by an accident." She looked up at him, startled, but met only a quiet smile. "How did you--I didn’t mean you----" "I know you did n’t--and you were very kind not to show how you must have felt. Perhaps it would be in better taste for me not to mention it at all. But I wanted you to know that I appreciated your courtesy in accepting the situation." "But how----" "I found out--from a little slip of Miss Shirley’s. I wanted to go home, of course, but--I could n’t make up my mind to spoil my sister’s evening, and besides--I thought your brother’s invitation made it right for us to be here." Olive’s dark face was colouring warmly. She looked down at her roses, wondering what to say. Somehow she found herself unwilling to let Peter Bell think she did n’t want him at her party, for it was becoming clear to her that she did. "I’m so sorry," she murmured. "But I’m very glad you did n’t go home. If I had known you longer I ’m sure I should have invited----" "Don’t bother to explain," urged Peter’s low voice. "’I did n’t tell you to make you uncomfortable. Perhaps you won’t mind my saying that looking on at this sort of thing is very interesting to me. I ’ve never seen it before." "How do you like it?" asked Olive, glancing up at him curiously.