"You look as if you'd seen a ghost." "I have," answered Bertram, with grim bitterness.

"I've seen the ghost of--of every 'Face of a Girl' I ever painted." "Gorry! So bad as that?
No wonder you look as if you'd been disporting in graveyards," chuckled Seaver, laughing at his own joke "What's the matter--arm on a rampage to day ?" He paused for reply, but as Bertram did not answer at once, he resumed, with gay insistence: "Come on! You need cheering up.

Suppose we go down to Trentini's and see who's there." "All right," agreed Bertram, dully.

"Suit yourself." Bertram was not thinking of Seaver, Trentini's, or whom he might find there.

Bertram was thinking of certain words he had heard less than half an hour ago.