It was a dainty missive he held in his hand, addressed, in delicate chirography, to Frederic Vernon, Esq.
Vernon opened it, and read with a quickened movement of the heart a card of invitation to a party given by Mrs. Caroline Sheldon, to celebrate the birthday of her niece, Miss Grace Dearborn.
Vernon's face lighted up with joy.
"She has not forgotten me, then," he said to himself.
Then came the thought, "Shall I go?" Would he feel at home in the fashionable circle to which he would be a stranger? He hesitated, but it was not for long.
"Since Grace bids me, for I know it was at her suggestion that I am invited, I will attend."
Just then his studio was invaded by a young lady, upon whose portrait he was engaged. She did not come alone. With her was Major Ashton, who has already been named as the unsuccessful suitor of Grace.
Vernon laid down the invitation hastily, but it was still open, and Major Ashton, who was observant, saw it, and a glance revealed to him its contents.
His face betrayed his surprise and annoyance.
"Is it possible that Miss Dearborn has invited this portrait painter to her party?" he asked himself.