"I never come down when Aunt Agatha has guests," said Jane, putting her pretty head on one side and gazing at her elderly suitor contemplatively. He was quite as old as Uncle Robert, she decided, and sufficiently ugly to look at, with his bald head and his tall, square-shouldered figure. For the rest, the Hon. Wipplinger Towle was possessed of a stubborn-looking chin, deep-set gray eyes, and a well-cut mouth, amply furnished with strong white teeth. Jane gently shrugged her shoulders as she dropped her bright eyes to her lap. "I fancy I should have starved if it hadn't been for Susan," she finished. Mr. Towle glanced at her quickly. "Hum--ah, Susan?" he hesitated; "and who, if I may ask, is Susan?" "Susan is the under housemaid," replied Jane sweetly. "She brought me up some supper on a tray. Wasn't it nice of her?" Mr. Towle made several small uncertain sounds in his throat, which resembled--Jane reflected--the noises made by an ancient clock on the point of striking. Then he stared hard at Jane, again adjusting his monocle. "Hum--ah, Miss Blythe," he began, "I--er--in point of fact, I have the very great honor to be permitted to pay you my addresses, and so----" Jane turned pale. "Please don't mention it," she interrupted. "I beg your pardon," observed Mr. Towle interrogatively, "you were saying----" "I said, please don't talk about it. I--I couldn't, you know; though I'm sure it's very kind--at least, Uncle Robert said it was-- A compliment, I believe he called it." "One I am--er--delighted to pay to so lovely a creature as yourself," murmured Mr. Towle laboriously. "How _dare_ you say such a silly thing to me!" snapped Jane, her hazel eyes blazing. "I'm not a lovely creature, and I won't be called so." "Why--er--I beg your pardon, I'm sure," stuttered the abashed suitor. "But I have the full permission of Lady Agatha and Mr. Aubrey-Blythe, and I thought-- But surely you cannot have understood that I"--welling visibly with a sense of his own importance, Jane was resentfully sure--"desire to make you my wife. I wish you, in short, to make me the happiest man in London by--er--becoming Mrs. Towle. And may I, my dear Miss Aubrey-Blythe, beg you to name an early day--a very early day for the celebration of our nuptials. The matter of settlements and all that can be quickly arranged; and I beg to assure you that they shall be satisfactory--quite satisfactory, as I have already taken the pains to assure your uncle, Mr. Aubrey-Blythe. I can, in short, afford to be generous, and--er--I desire to be so." Mr. Towle paused in his halting discourse to draw a small box from his waistcoat pocket. Jane watched him in fascinated silence as he opened it and drew from its satin nest a hoop of diamonds. "I hope you will allow me," murmured the Honorable Wipplinger, bending forward.