The play was over.

The lights went up, and Jean stood revealed. She was pinning on her
hat. She saw Derry and smiled at him. "Daddy," she said, "it is Mr.
Drake--you know him."

Dr. McKenzie held out his hand. "How do you do? So you young people
have met, eh?"

"In Emily's shop, Daddy. He--he came to buy my Lovely Dreams."

The two men laughed. "As if any man could buy your dreams, Jeanie,"
her father said, "it would take the wealth of the world."

"Or no wealth at all," said Derry quickly.

They walked out together. As they passed the portal of the gilded
door, Derry felt that the moment of parting had come.

"Oh, look here, Doctor," he said, desperately, "won't you and your
daughter take pity on me--and join me at supper? There's dancing at
the Willard and all that--Miss McKenzie might enjoy it, and it would be
a life-saver for me."

Light leaped into Jean's eyes. "Oh, Daddy--"

"Would you like it, dear?"

"You know I should. So would you. And you haven't any stupid