They were glad to see how fond of her Miss MacDowlas appeared to be. They had naturally not had a very excellent opinion of Miss MacDowlas in the past days; but the fact that Dolly had managed to so win upon her as to bring out her best side, quite softened their hearts. She was not so grim, after all. Her antipathy to Grif had evidently been her most unpleasant peculiarity, and now, seeing her care for this new Dolly, who needed care so much, they were rather touched. When the farewells had been said, the carriage had driven away, and they had returned to the studio, a silence seemed to fall upon them, one and all. 'Toinette sat in her chair, holding Tod, without speaking; Mollie stood near her with a wondering, downcast air; Phil went to the window, and, neglecting his picture wholly for the time being, looked out into the street, whistling softly. At length he turned round to Aimée. “Aimée,” he said, abruptly, “how long has this been going on?” “You mean this change?” said Aimée, in a low voice. “Yes.” “For three months,” she answered. “I did not like to tell you because I knew _she_ would not like it; but it dates from the time Grif went away.” Mrs. Phil burst into an impetuous gush of tears, hiding her handsome, girlish face on Tod's neck. “It is a shame!” she cried out. “It is a cruel, burning shame! Who would ever have thought of Grif's treating her like this?” “Yes,” said Phil; “and who would ever have thought that Dolly would have broken down? Dolly! By George! I can't believe it. If I am able to judge, it seems time that she should try Switzerland or somewhere else. Aimée, has she heard nothing of him?” “Nothing.” The young man flushed hotly. “Confound it!” he burst forth. “It looks as if the fellow was a dishonorable scamp. And yet he is the last man I should ever have fancied would prove a scamp.” “But he has not proved himself a scamp yet,” said Aimée, in a troubled tone. “And Dolly would not like to hear you say so. And if you knew the whole truth you _wouldn't_ say so. He has been tried too far, and he has been impetuous and rash, but it was his love for Dolly that made him so. And wherever he may be, Phil, I know he is as wretched and hopeless as Dolly herself could be at the worst. It has all been misunderstanding and mischance.” “He has broken Dolly's heart, nevertheless,” cried Mrs. Phil. “And if she dies--” “Dies!” cried out Mollie, opening her great eyes and turning pale all at once. “Dies! Dolly?” “Hush!” said Aimée, trembling and losing color herself. “Oh, hush!--don't say such things. It sounds so dreadful,--it is too dreadful to think of!”