At last there was no excuse for him to linger. "I shall come back for
more--Lovely Dreams," he told Miss Emily, and got away.

Alone in the shop the two women looked at each other. Then Emily said,
"Jean, darling, how dreadful it must be for him."

"Dreadful--."

"With such a father--."

"Oh, you mean--the other night."

"Yes. He isn't happy, Jean."

"How do you know?"

"He has lonesome eyes."

"Oh, Emily."

"Well, he has, and it must be dreadful."

How dreadful it was neither of them could really know. Derry, having
lunched with a rather important committee, went to Drusilla Gray's in
the afternoon for a cup of tea. He was called almost at once to the
telephone. Bronson was at the other end. "I am sorry, Mr. Derry, but
I thought you ought to know--"

Derry, with the sick feeling which always came over him with the