And now it was Laura who drew him out, and as he talked on she seemed to him to be smilingly trying to picture it all....

"Now I'd better tell him," she thought.
"Do you remember Harold Sloane ?" she asked a little strangely.
"No," replied her father, a bit annoyed at the interruption.
"Why--you've met him two or three times--" "Have I ?" The queer note in her voice made him look up.

Laura had risen from her chair.
"I want you to know him--very soon." There was a moment's silence.

"I'm going to marry him, dad," she said.

And Roger looked at her blankly.