Mr. Ellerton started violently, and the hot blood rushed to his very brow as he realized how inconsiderate he had been in choosing the corridor in which to reveal his troubles to the professor. But he had met him at the head of the stairs as he was about descending, and almost unconsciously they had turned back into the hall to converse. The little German professor gazed upon our enraged but beautiful heroine with eyes and mouth gaping wide with amazement and admiration. “I beg pardon,” she said, icily, and bowing low, “but will the gentlemen have the kindness to walk in here and finish their conversation? Being an interested party, I feel somewhat sensitive about having my name made public in the affair. Besides, sir,” she added, turning to Mr. Ellerton, “I believe there is a little matter of business to be settled between us.” She stepped one side, and made a graceful motion with her hand for them to enter. Being thus taken entirely at a disadvantage, they knew not what else to do than obey her, and entered the presence of Madame Alroyd with rather a crest-fallen air. With queenly stateliness Dora introduced her aunt to Mr. Ellerton, and he in his turn introduced Professor Ursengen of the —— Institute to both the ladies. Mr. Ellerton gazed upon Dora with wonder. He knew by her words that she had received some communication akin to his own; and he had not expected to see her bear herself so proudly. He remembered her only as a little girl whom he had seen in tears, and he had anticipated a reception of the same kind when he should make known his son’s desire. But the tables were turned; _she_ was the one who was self-possessed, and he confused and abashed before a slender girl. The little professor’s eyes wandered admiringly over her, from the top of her queenly head to the tip of her dainty feet, while he quoted to himself: “A daughter of the gods! Divinely tall and most divinely fair.” Then suddenly feeling that he had no part nor lot in her affairs, asked to be excused and bowed himself out. Mr. Ellerton immediately recovered himself, and said, in a voice of regret: “I beg, Miss Dupont, you will pardon me for being so inconsiderate as to mention this subject in so public a place. My intense anxiety and disappointment at the absence of my son must be my apology for my forgetfulness.” Dora bowed coldly, then arose, and taking Robert’s letter from the table, handed it to him, saying: “It is but right, sir, that you should know the contents of the communication I have received from your son. I understood from your conversation with Professor Ursengen that you had been the recipient of one something like it. Mr. Ellerton read that cruel letter through, and then exclaimed, with perplexity: “Zounds!” He immediately recovered himself, and added, “I beg pardon, ladies, but I don’t understand this business—it is so unlike Robert of old.”