"I? Oh, dress, I suppose. Nina ought to be back now, and she expects me
to go out with her."

She nodded a smiling termination of their duet, and moved toward the
door. Then, on impulse, she turned, a question on her lips--left
unuttered through instinct. It had to do with the identity of the pretty
woman who had so directly saluted him in the Park--a perfectly
friendly, simple, and natural question. Yet it remained unuttered.

She turned again to the doorway; a maid stood there holding a note on a
salver.

"For Captain Selwyn, please," murmured the maid.

Miss Erroll passed out.

Selwyn took the note and broke the seal:

"MY DEAR SELWYN: I'm in a beastly fix--an I.O.U. due to-night and
_pas de quoi_! Obviously I don't want Neergard to know, being
associated as I am with him in business. As for Austin, he's a
peppery old boy, bless his heart, and I'm not very secure in his
good graces at present. Fact is I got into a rather stiff game last
night--and it's a matter of honour. So can you help me to tide it
over? I'll square it on the first of the month.

"Yours sincerely,

"GERALD ERROLL.