"There! the very thing," she exulted.

"You shall have my ticket this afternoon, Miss Greggory, then you won't have to stay here another minute.

Meanwhile, there is an excellent restaurant--" "Thank you--no.

I couldn't do that," cut in the other, sharply, but in a low voice.
"But you'll take my ticket," begged Billy.
Miss Greggory shook her head.
"Certainly not." "But I want you to, please.

I shall be very unhappy if you don't," grieved Billy.
The other made a peremptory gesture.
"_I_ should be very unhappy if I did," she said with cold emphasis.
"Really, Miss Neilson," she went on in a low voice, throwing an apprehensive glance at the man ahead, who was apparently absorbed in his newspaper, "I'm afraid I shall have to ask you to let me go on in my own way.