"Well, it seems like it at present," said Brenda, "but of course I have to think of the past. You were not so absolutely perfect on a certain occasion not very long ago, were you, dearie?" Fanchon coloured. "Don't let's think of that now," she said. "If ever any one was unjustly suspected, you were that person, Brenda. Oh, how Nina hates herself for what she did! But aren't you rather over-punishing the poor little thing?" "I shall cease to punish her in a few days, but she must learn a lesson. Now then--I should not be the least surprised if Harry Jordan was at the band to-night. You know we saw him to-day, but we couldn't take much notice with the other girls about. I have begged of him never to speak to me when Josie and Nina are present, for I can't tell what a child like Nina may be up to. But I rather fancy he'll be here on the promenade this evening, and I asked him to bring a friend for you to talk to, Fanchon; you don't mind, do you?" "A friend!" cried Fanchon. "Oh--I hope you don't mean a man! I'd be terrified out of my seven senses even to address a word to a man." "Dear Fanchon," said Brenda, "you'll soon get over that. Well, here we are--and I do declare if that isn't Harry himself coming to meet us, and--yes--he's brought a very nice youth with him. Now, Fanchon, you will have a pleasant time too. Not a word, _ever_, to your sisters, or to dearest papa!" "Oh, trust me," said Fanchon, holding her head high, and feeling that she must survive the dreadful ordeal of talking to a man, whatever her sensations. Now Harry Jordan happened to be a sleek, fat youth of about twenty years of age. He was well off, in fact he was doing a thriving trade in the draper's business, but in a distant town. Brenda had not the least idea what his business was. He told her vaguely that he was in business, and she pictured him to herself as a merchant prince, and who in all the world could be more honourable than one of the merchant princes of England? But, be that as it may, she enjoyed Harry Jordan's admiration, and if he were to like her well enough to ask her to marry him, why--she would probably say yes, for it would be infinitely better than remaining as governess at thirty pounds a year to Mr Amberley's little daughters. Now, Harry was a youth who enjoyed a flirtation as much as anybody, and as Brenda had hinted that they could not be perfectly free and happy if Fanchon was listening, he brought a friend of his along--a certain Joe Burbery--to engage the attentions of that young lady. Accordingly, the four met, and Joe Burbery, a most sickly youth of seventeen, was introduced to both ladies, and after Brenda had said one or two words to him, quite enough to turn his head, he was deputed to his rightful place by Fanchon's side, who racked her brains in her vain endeavour to say a word to him at all, and would have figuratively stuck in the mud altogether, but for his loud exclamation of delight when he saw her bracelet.