I'm to have dinner with my--my cousin, and I'll be very late." Dick drove her into the city in almost unbroken silence and left her at the great doors of the Grantham, abustle with a dozen lackeys in purple livery.

She stood a moment and watched him drive away.

He really was a nice boy--Dick.
As she shot up the elevator, she thought of a hitherto forgotten element of that afternoon's bewildering situation.

Barney Palmer! And Barney was, she knew, now up in her sitting-room, impatiently waiting for her report of what he had good reason to believe would prove a successful experience.

If she told the truth--that Dick had proposed, just as they had planned for him to do--and she had refused him--why, Barney--! She seemed caught on every side! Maggie got into her suite by way of her bedroom.