Theladytoldherlittlestory——whateveritwasJocelyncouldnothearit——thestatesmanlaughed：’Haugh-haugh-haugh！’
Theladyblushed。Jocelyn，wroughtuptoahightensionbytheaforesaidpresentimentthathisShelleyan’One-shape-of-many-names’wasabouttoreappear，paidlittleheedtotheothers，watchingforafullviewoftheladywhohadwonhisattention。
Thatladyremainedforthepresentpartiallyscreenedbyherneighbours。AdiversionwascausedbyLadyChannelcliffebringingupsomebodytopresenttotheex-Minister；theladiesgotmixed，andJocelynlostsightoftheonewhomhewasbeginningtosuspectasthestealthilyreturnedabsentee。
Helookedforherinakindlyyoungladyofthehouse，hishostess’srelation，whoappearedtomoreadvantagethatnightthanshehadeverdonebefore——inasky-bluedress，whichhadnothingbetweenitandthefairskinofherneck，lendingheranunusuallysoftandsylph-likeaspect。Shesawhim，andtheyconverged。Herlookof’WhatdoyouthinkofmeNOW？’wassuggested，heknew，bythethoughtthatthelasttimetheymetshehadappearedunderthedisadvantageofmourningclothes，onawetdayinacountry-house，whereeverybodywascross。
’Ihavesomenewphotographs，andIwantyoutotellmewhethertheyaregood，’shesaid。’Mindyouaretotellmetruly，andnofavour。’