I'll have to walk." She smiled and held out her hand to him.

"Will you send the chauffeur home!" "If you like," he replied good-humouredly.

"But I'd much rather you'd wait here--if you have nothing pressing." And as she hesitated, "It's not only your voice, you know--I used to be quite a friend of Joe's." "Oh, yes, I remember his telling me.

Over in Paris, wasn't it ?" Soon they were talking easily.

Dwight had lit a cigarette, and Ethel could see he was studying her.