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 said Miss Hollingsworth, giving her hand as she went away, leaving him alone. He came back into the room for a minute, but had lost all interest in the floor, the music, and the decorations.

Despite the entreaties of Congreve to remain, he got his hat and coat (at least Franklin's coat) and strolled over to the latter's room.

It was quite early and Buck had not gone to bed.

"Well," he asked, "how was it? A success?"

Hart paused.

"Well," he answered, "it was and it wasn't."

"You are non-committal," yawned Franklin.

"Perhaps so," said Hart, thoughtfully. "Do you know that there's a lot to learn that's never been put in books."

"That's just life," returned Franklin.