may become a danger?"

"Yes," said Lewis, "I think I do. I think you mean that--that in selling
art one is apt to sell one's self."

"H--m--m!" said Leighton, "you are older than I am. I'll take you to
Paris to-morrow."

Nelton knocked, and threw open the door without waiting for an answer.

"Her ladyship," he announced.

Lady Derl entered. She was looking very girlish in a close-fitting,
tailored walking-suit. The skirt was short--the first short skirt to
reach London. Beneath it could be seen her very pretty feet. They walked
excitedly.

Lady Derl was angry. She held a large card in her hand. She tore it into
bits and tossed it at Leighton's feet.

"Glen," she said, "don't you ever dare to send me one of your engraved
'regrets' again. Why--why you've been rude to me!"

Leighton hung his head. For one second Lewis had the delightful
sensation of taking his father for a brother and in trouble.

"H lne," said Leighton. "I apologize humbly and abjectly. I thought it
would amuse you."

"Apologies are hateful," said Lady Derl. "They're so final. To see a