"I will not be the first to speak," she vowed to herself; but minute after
minute passed without the slightest attempt or apparent wish on his part,
and finally she asked, "Are you sure this line is running?"

Her attendant pointed up the street. "That yellow light is your car. I
don't know why the intervals are so long this evening. Usually--"

He was interrupted by the girl suddenly clutching at her dress, and then
giving an exclamation of real consternation.

"What is it?" he questioned.

"Why, I--nothing--that is, I think--I prefer to walk home, after all," she
stammered.

"You mustn't do that. It's over two miles, and through a really rough
district."

"I choose to, none the less," answered Constance, starting across the
street.

"Then you will have to submit to my safeguard for some time longer, Miss
Durant," asserted the doctor, as he overtook her.

Constance stopped. "Dr. Armstrong," she said, "I trust you will not insist
on accompanying me farther, when I tell you I haven't the slightest fear
of anything."

"You have no fear, Miss Durant," he answered, "because you are too young