Isabelle’s chill hauteur had increased with the years and a peevish discontent was carving indelible lines upon her face which was rapidly losing its delicate contour and bloom.  Marion’s pink and white beauty was at its zenith, and the social attentions she was beginning to receive only served to render her elder sister more than ever irritable and envious.  Louis was his old nonchalant self, careless and listless, with an ever deepening expression of ennui which was pitiful in one so young.  His European travels had not improved him, in Evadne’s opinion.

She saw but little of her cousins.  They passed their days in pleasure, she in work; but Marion, in her rare moments of reflection, as she thought of the strangely peaceful face of the young nurse, wondered sadly whether Evadne had not chosen the better part after all.

“Oh, Louis!” she cried one morning, and her voice was full of pain, “how you are wasting this beautiful life that God has given you!”

Louis stretched himself lazily in his arm-chair and clasped his hands behind his head.  “Thanks for your high opinion, coz.  Of what special crime do I stand accused before the bar of your judgment?”

“Oh, it is nothing special, but you are just frittering away the days that might be filled with such noble work, and you have nothing to show for them but—­smoke!” She swept her hand through the filmy cloud which Louis just then blew into the air, with a gesture of disdain.  “Now you will think I am preaching, but indeed, indeed I am not, only, it hurts me so!”

Louis laughed and threw away his cigar.  “No, I will not charge you with belonging to the cloth, but I confess I should like you better if you had not entrenched yourself behind such a high wall of prejudice against all the good things of this life.  You are too narrow, Evadne.”

Evadne folded her hands together as if she were holding a strange, sweet comfort against her heart.  “The Jews said the same about Jesus Christ,” she said, “why should the servant be judged more kindly than her Lord?”

“But there is no harm in these things, Evadne.”

“There is no good in them.  Life is so real, Louis!”

“Well, I own I am a light weight in the race.  But I assure you such people are needed to balance matters.  If every one was in such deadly earnest as you, Evadne, the old world would go to pieces.”

“But, Louis, it is dreadful to have no purpose in life!”

“The Judge has enough of that for us both,” said Louis carelessly.  “Why should I choke my brains with musty law when his are charged to repletion?”

“Think how it would please Uncle Lawrence!” urged Evadne.

“True,” said Louis gravely, “but that is an argument which will bear future consideration.”

“Oh, Louis,” and Evadne’s voice was choked with tears, “the time may come when you would give the whole world to be able to please your father!”