cheeks, her eyes were untroubled.

"I don't know what came over me," she confessed. "I was suddenly afraid
that you might misunderstand my coming to you like this, without
invitation, so late. Somehow, with you, it didn't seem to count."

"It must not!"

More at her ease now she glanced around the room and back at him. He
smiled.

"Confess," he said, "that there are some things about me and my
surroundings which have surprised you?"

She nodded.

"Willingly. I was surprised at your house, at being received by a man
servant--at everything," she added, with a glance at his attire. "Yet
what does that matter? It is because I do not understand."

The little lines about his eyes deepened. He laughed softly.

"I only hope that the others will adopt your attitude. I hear that many
of them have very decided views about evening dress and small luxuries
of any description."

"Graveling and Peter Dale--especially Dale--are terrible," she declared.
"Dale is very narrow, indeed. You must bear with them if they are
foolish at first. They are uncultured and rough. They do not quite
understand. Sometimes they do not see far enough. But to-morrow you