If I were you I should leave, and I should leave at once.

Laugh, Ronicky Doone!" He obeyed, laughing until the tears were glittering in his eyes, until the girl laughed with him.
"Good!" she whispered.

"Good-by, Ronicky, and good luck." He watched her going, saw the smiles of the two men, as they greeted her again and closed in beside her, and watched the light flash on her shoulders, as she shrugged away some shadow from her mind--perhaps the small care she had given about him.

But no matter how cold-hearted she might be, how thoroughly in tune with this hard, bright world of New York, she at least was generous and had courage.

Who could tell how much she risked by giving him that warning?
Ronicky went back to his place at the table, still laughing in apparent enjoyment of the jest he had just heard.