"It's almost seven," Fenger was saying. "We'll be
rubes in New York, this evening. You girls will just
have time to freshen up a bit--I suppose you want to--and
then we'll have dinner, and go to the theater, and to supper
afterward. What do you want to see?"

Ella looked at Fanny. And Fanny shook her head, "Thanks.
You're awfully kind. But--no."

"Why not?" demanded Fenger, gruffly.

"Perhaps because I'm tired. And there's something else I
must do."

Ella looked relieved. Fenger's eyes bored down upon Fanny,
but she seemed not to feel them. She held out her hand.

"You're going back to-morrow?" Fenger asked. "I'm not
leaving until Thursday."

"To-morrow, with Ella. Good-by. It's been a glorious
drive. I feel quite rested."

"You just said you were tired."

The elevator door clanged, shutting out the sight of
Fenger's resentful frown.

"He's as sensitive as a soubrette," said Ella. "I'm glad