What fools women are in general! But the girl surprised him by holding up determinedly, and sinking her white teeth into her lips to smother the sob which rose in her throat.
"Be seated," he said, drawing out the opposite chair.
A wave of alarm spread over her face.

She clasped her hands.
"Sir, if you are a gentleman--" Warrington interrupted her by giving her his card, which was addressed.

She glanced at it through a blur of tears, then sat down.
He shrugged his shoulders slightly; his vanity was touched.

There was, then, a young woman in New York who had not heard of Richard Warrington.
"In asking you to be seated," he explained, "it was in order that you might wait in comfort while I despatched a messenger to your home.
Doubtless you have a brother, a father, or some male relative, who will come at once to your assistance." Which proved that Warrington was prudent.
But instead of brightening as he expected she would, she straightened in her chair, while her eyes widened with horror, as if she saw something frightful in perspective.
What the deuce could be the matter now?
he wondered, as he witnessed this inexplicable change.
"No, no! You must not send a messenger!" she protested.
"But--" "No, no!" tears welling into her beautiful eyes again.

They were beautiful, he was forced to admit.
"But," he persisted, "you wished the waiter to do so.