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 “You must never, never leave me now, Micky dear,” whispered the Hon. Evelyn. “Promise me!”

The words brought back to him the scene of the night before and the woman who had spoken them. For an instant the form of Mrs. Trevelyan swam before him. And he had an appointment with her at 5 o’clock! At least she thought he had.

“I ’ve been so lonely!” added Evelyn. “Grandpa has been utterly unreasonable. Why, he used to instruct me just what I was to say to different people—imagine! And I ’m sure he gave it out that I was engaged to Cosmo.”

“The old ruffian!” answered Micky, patting the back of her hand. “But poor old chap, perhaps he was right. I might have become an awful bounder, you know, batting around this way all over the globe. But I ’m going to settle down now;—and I ’m going to find your letters if I have to visit every Marconi office in the civilized world!”

“But you ’ve enjoyed it, have n’t you?” she teased him.