secret fury of both, but love had found a way - Kent's eyes kindled
at the recollection of Barbara's half-shy, wholly tender reception
of his ardent pleading.

Turnbull's courtship had met with a set-back where he had least
expected it - Philip Rochester had fallen deeply in love with Helen
and, encouraged by her father, had pressed his suit with ardor.
Frequent quarrels between the two close friends had been the outcome,
and Jimmie had confided to Kent, before the latter left on the
business trip to Chicago from which he had returned that morning,
that the situation had become intolerable and he had notified
Rochester that he would no longer share his apartment with him, and
to look for other quarters as quickly as possible.

So buried was Kent in his thoughts that he never heard Sylvester's
knock, and it was not until the clerk stood at his elbow that he
awoke from his absorption.

"A lady to see you, Mr. Kent," he announced. "Shall I show her in?"

"Certainly - her name?"

"She gave none." Sylvester paused on his way back to the door.
"It is one of the Misses McIntyre."

"Good Lord!" Kent was on his feet, straightening his tie and
brushing his rumpled hair. "Here, wait a minute "- clutching a
whisk broom in a frantic endeavor to remove some of the signs of
travel which still clung to him. But he had only opportunity for
one dab at his left shoulder before Barbara entered the office.