hot sudden bit of the city.

And as he watched her there in the garden she would never enter, as
he reflected unhappily that probably he would see her no more--the
idea came to him.

At first he put it from him as absurd, impossible. She was, to
apply a fine word much abused, a lady; he supposedly a gentleman.
Their sort did not do such things. If he yielded to this temptation
she would be shocked, angry, and from him would slip that one chance
in a thousand he had--the chance of meeting her somewhere, some day.

And yet--and yet--She, too, had found the Agony Column entertaining
and--quite nice. There was a twinkle in her eyes that bespoke a
fondness for romance. She was human, fun-loving--and, above all,
the joy of youth was in her heart.

Nonsense! West went inside and walked the floor. The idea was
preposterous. Still--he smiled--it was filled with amusing
possibilities. Too bad he must put it forever away and settle down
to this stupid work!

Forever away? Well--

On the next morning, which was Saturday, West did not breakfast at
the Carlton. The girl, however, did. As she and her father sat
down the old man said: "I see you've got your Daily Mail."

"Of course!" she answered. "I couldn't do without it. Grapefruit
--yes."