But still they had not returned.

In a kind of aimless rage she went home, wondering how she should reach Rita Sohlberg first and alone.

Then, to her savage delight, the game walked into her bag.

The Sohlbergs, returning home at six o'clock from some reception farther out Michigan Avenue, had stopped, at the wish of Harold, merely to pass the time of day with Mrs.Cowperwood.

Rita was exquisite in a pale-blue and lavender concoction, with silver braid worked in here and there.