Trevlyn."
"Ah! thank you. Mr. Trevlyn may not care for an addition to his nice
little arrangement for a _tete-a-tete_."
"Don't be vexed, Alexandrine. We thought you would pass the evening at
your friend's, and Archer only came in to tell me a few hours ago."
"Of course I am not vexed, dear," and the girl kissed Margie's glowing
cheek. "Lovers will be lovers the world over. Silly things, always, and
never interesting company for other people. How long before Mr. Trevlyn
is coming for you?"
Margie consulted her watch.
"At eight. It is now seven. In an hour."
"In an hour! An hour's time! Long enough to change the destiny of
empires!"
"How strangely you talk, Alexandrine! What spirit possesses you?" asked
Margie, filled, in spite of herself, with a curious premonition of evil.
Alexandrine sat down by the side of her friend, and looked searchingly
into her face, her great black eyes holding Margie with a sort of
serpent-like fascination.
"Margaret, you love this Archer Trevlyn very dearly do you not?"
Margie blushed crimson, but she answered, proudly:
"Why need I be ashamed to confess it? I do. I love him with my whole
soul!"
"And you do not think there is in you any possibility of a change?"
"A change! What do you mean? Explain yourself.
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