They stopped for a moment as the guests descended from their cars and
swept across the sidewalk. The lantern which swung low from the arched
entrance showed a spot of rosy color--the velvet wrap of a girl whose
knot of dark curls shone above the ermine collar. A Spanish comb,
encrusted with diamonds, was stuck at right angles to the knot.

Beside the young woman in the rosy wrap walked a young man in a fur
coat who topped her by a head. He had gray eyes and a small upturned
mustache--Jean uttered an exclamation.

"What's the matter?" her father asked.

"Oh, nothing--" she watched the two ascend the stairs. "I thought for
a moment that I knew him."

The great door opened and closed, the rosy wrap and the fur coat were
swallowed up.

"Of course it couldn't be," Jean decided as she and her father
continued on their wonderful way.

"Couldn't be what, my dear?"

"The same man, Daddy," Jean said, and changed the subject.




CHAPTER II