Allen turned once or twice in the entr'actes with some comment on the play, and Marian was pleased with his profile; moreover he bore a name with which she had long been familiar.

As the curtain fell she whispered to Harwood:-- "You must introduce me to Mr.Thatcher,--please--! His father and papa are friends, and I've heard so much about the family that I just have to know him." Harwood looked down at her gravely to be sure it was not one of her jokes, but she was entirely serious.

He felt that he must take a stand with her; if her father and mother were unaware of her venturesome nature he still had his responsibility, and it was not incumbent on him to widen her acquaintance.
"No!" he said flatly.
But Marian knew a trick or two.

She loitered by her seat adjusting her wrap with unnecessary deliberation.

Allen, wishing to arrange an appointment with Dan for luncheon the next day, waited for him to come into the aisle.