Reason made one more vain cry as she paused at the
door below to draw on her gloves.

"You have refused every invitation to see or know
the unconventional world into which thousands of women
in New York, clear-eyed and unafraid, enter daily.
You'd sooner die than pose an hour in Gordon's studio,
and on a Sabbath morning you cut your church and go on
a day's wild ride with a man you have known but fifteen
hours!"

And the voice inside quickly answered:

"But that's different! Gordon's a married man. My
chevalier is not! I have the right to go, and he has
the right."

It was settled anyhow before this little
controversy arose at the street door, but the ready
answer she gave eased her conscience and cleared
the way for a happy, exciting trip.

He leaped from the big, ugly racer to help her in,
stopped and looked at her light clothing.

"That's your heaviest coat?"

"Yes. It isn't cold."

"I've one for you."