She began to read. Presently her cheeks flushed and she put the
paper down.

"What is it?" asked the Texas statesman.

"To-day," she answered sternly, "you do the British Museum. You've
put it off long enough."

The old man sighed. Fortunately he did not ask to see the Mail.
If he had, a quarter way down the column of personal notices he
would have been enraged--or perhaps only puzzled--to read:

CARLTON RESTAURANT: Nine A.M. Friday morning. Will the young woman
who preferred grapefruit to strawberries permit the young man who
had two plates of the latter to say he will not rest until he
discovers some mutual friend, that they may meet and laugh over
this column together?

Lucky for the young man who liked strawberries that his nerve had
failed him and he was not present at the Carlton that morning! He
would have been quite overcome to see the stern uncompromising look
on the beautiful face of a lady at her grapefruit. So overcome, in
fact, that he would probably have left the room at once, and thus
not seen the mischievous smile that came in time to the lady's face
--not seen that she soon picked up the paper again and read, with
that smile, to the end of the column.