analyze its meaning.

"What can have taken Mr. Rochester out of town?" she asked. The
question was not addressed to any one in particular, but Colonel
McIntyre answered it, as he did most of the widow's remarks.

"Dry Washington," he explained. "It isn't the first trip Philip has
made to Baltimore since the 'dry' law has been in force, eh, Clymer?"

"No, and it won't be his last," was the banker's response. "What's
the matter, Miss McIntyre?" as Barbara pushed back her chair.

"I feel a little faint," she stammered. "The air here is - is
stifling. If you don't mind, father, I'll take the car and drive
home."

"I'll come with you," announced Mrs. Brewster, rising hurriedly;
and as she turned solicitously to aid Barbara she caught Colonel
McIntyre's admiring glance and his whispered thanks.

Outside the caf Clymer discovered that the McIntyre limousine was
not to be found, and, cautioning Barbara and the widow to remain
where they were, he went back into the caf in search of Colonel
McIntyre, who had stayed behind to pay his bill.

A sudden exodus from the caf as other diners came out to get their
cars, separated Barbara from Mrs. Brewster just as the former caught
sight of her father's limousine coming around McPherson Square. Not
waiting to see what had become of her companion, Barbara started up
the sidewalk intent on catching their chauffeur's attention. As she