The words and their tone were rather fortunate for Minola. They amused her and seemed ridiculous, although she did not guess at Mr. Sheppard's real meaning, and they enabled her to get back at once to her easy contempt for him. "You must have forgotten my appearance very soon, Mr. Sheppard," she said in a tone which carried the contempt so lightly and easily that he probably did not perceive it, "or I must have changed very much, if you are not quite certain whether I am Miss Grey. You have not changed at all. I should have known you anywhere." "It is not that," Mr. Sheppard said with a little renewal of cheerfulness. "I should have known you anywhere, Miss Grey. You have not changed, except indeed that you have, if that were possible, improved. Indeed, I would venture to say that you have decidedly improved." "Thank you: you are very kind." "It would be less surprising, if you, Miss Grey, had had some difficulty in recognizing me. Fortune, perhaps, has withdrawn some of her blessings from others only to pour them more lavishly on you." "I feel very well, thank you; but I hope fortune has not been robbing any Peter to pay Paul in my case. You, at least, don't seem to have been cheated out of any of your good health, Mr. Sheppard." While he made his little formal speeches Mr. Sheppard continued to glance sidelong at Victor Heron. Mr. Heron now left his place at the chimney-piece and came forward to take his leave. "Must you go?" Minola asked, with as easy a manner as she could assume. She dreaded a _téte-à-téte_ with Sheppard, and she also dreaded to let it be seen that she dreaded it. If Mary Blanchet would only come! An expedient occurred to her for putting off the dreaded conversation yet a moment, and giving Mary Blanchet another chance. "I should like my friends to know each other," Minola said, with a gayety of manner which was hardly in keeping with her natural ways. "People are not introduced to each other now, I believe, when they meet by chance in London, but we are none of us Londoners. Mr. Sheppard comes from Keeton, Mr. Heron, and is one of the oldest friends of my family." Mr. Heron held out his hand with eyes of beaming friendliness. "Mr. Heron?" Sheppard asked slowly. "Mr. Victor Heron?" "Victor Heron, indeed!" "Mr. Victor Heron, formerly of the St. Xavier's Settlements?" Heron only nodded this time, finding Mr. Sheppard's manner not agreeable. Minola wondered what her townsman was thinking of, and how he came to know Heron's name and history. "Then my name must surely be known to you, Mr. Heron. The name of Augustus Sheppard, of Duke's-Keeton?" "No, sir," Heron replied. "I am sorry to say that I don't remember to have heard the name before." "Indeed," Mr. Sheppard said with a formal smile, intended to be incredulous and yet not to seem too plainly so. "Yet we are rivals, Mr. Heron." Minola started and colored.