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 Thanks to her, his enjoyment had been complete. It was time that the incident should end. She had had appetite and no dinner. He had dinner but no appetite. Each had supplied the other's lack. They were quits.

"What shall we do next?" he asked cheerfully, as he took the check from the waiter. "It's too warm for the theatre, is n't it? And there's nothing on that's really good. Why not take a pleasant drive through Central Park and around Claremont? It's only eight. We can be back by ten, if you wish."

The proposition fitted in with her plan, and she acquiesced.

"I will order the carriage," he said, "and have it at the ladies entrance. Perhaps you'd better wait in the little reception-room at the left." He led her there as he spoke and saw her comfortably seated.

"I will not keep you waiting more than five minutes," he promised, glancing down at her protectingly.

She watched his erect figure go through the door and down the hall. The instant he was out of sight she sprang to her feet, and