I

"And you won't take me to the party?" Helene pouted charmingly as her

husband laid her pink taffeta wrap over her shoulders. "I thought you

said you might make it, and it would be too delightful to dance with you

once more."

"I'm afraid not. The Australian mail came in just as business closed and

it's on my mind. I want to go over it carefully before I dictate the

answers in the morning, and that means two or three hours of hard work

that will leave me pretty well fagged out. Mrs. Thornton has offered to

take you home."

"I hate her."

"Oh, please don't!" Ruyler smiled into her somber eyes. "She wants the

drive, and it would be taking the Gwynnes so far out of the way. Mrs.

Thornton very kindly suggested it."

"I hate her," said Helene conclusively. "I wish now I'd kept my own car.

Then I could always go home alone."

"You shall have a car next winter. And this time I shall not permit you

to pay for it out of your allowance--which in any case I hope to increase

by that time."

Her eyes flamed, but not with anger. "Then I'll sell my electric to

Aileen Lawton right away. We have the touring car in the country, and

she has been trying to make her father buy her an electric--"

"I'm afraid you'll be disappointed in your bargain. Second-hand cars, no

matter what their condition, always go at a sacrifice, and old Lawton is

a notorious screw. Better not let it go for two or three hundreds; you

look very sweet driving about in it.... Oh, by the way--I had

forgotten." He slipped his hand under her coat, unfastened the chain and

slipped the jewel into his pocket. "I am sorry," he said, with real

contrition, "and almost wish I had forgotten the thing; but I am a little

superstitious about keeping that old promise."

She laughed. "And yet you will not permit poor maman a little

superstition of her own! But I am rather glad. Everybody at the ball will

hear of the ruby, and I shall be able to keep them in suspense until the

Thornton fete. Good night. Don't work too hard. Couldn't you get there

for supper?"

"'Fraid not."

II

He did go down to the office and glance through the Australian mail,

but at a few moments before twelve he took a California Street car up

to the Fairmont Hotel and went directly to the ballroom. Mrs.

Thornton was standing just within the doorway, but came toward him

with lifted eyebrows.




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