as I did you, once, that a right of way in such a
case doesn't mean a thoroughfare for the party
interested. If my memory serves me, I gave
you right of way in Paris to win the affections
of a certain elusive Miss Billy here in
Boston, if you could. But I see you didn't
seem to improve your opportunities,'' he finished
teasingly.

Arkwright stooped, of a sudden, to pick up a
bit of paper from the floor.

``No,'' he said quietly. ``I didn't seem to
improve my opportunities.'' This time he did
not meet Calderwell's eyes.

The good-byes had been said when Calderwell
turned abruptly at the door.

``Oh, I say, I suppose you're going to that
devil's carnival at Jordan Hall to-morrow night.''

``Devil's carnival! You don't mean--Cyril
Henshaw's piano recital!''

``Sure I do,'' grinned Calderwell, unabashed.
``And I'll warrant it'll be a devil's carnival, too.
Isn't Mr. Cyril Henshaw going to play his own
music? Oh, I know I'm hopeless, from your
standpoint, but I can't help it. I like mine with