escapes that make the streets of New York as exciting as a battle--and
as dangerous. For a few minutes Ursula's mind was deflected. But a
fatality seemed to pursue the subject of the pale obscurity whose very
name he was uncertain whether he remembered aright.

Said Ursula, as they entered the house, "A girl working in the office
with a man has a magnificent chance at him. It's lucky for the men that
women don't know their business, but are amateurs and too stuck on
themselves to set and bait their traps properly. Is that girl trying to
get round you?"

"What possesses everybody to-night!" cried Norman. "I tell you the
girl's as uninteresting a specimen as you could find."

"Then why are _you_ so interested in her?" teased the sister.

Norman shrugged his shoulders, laughed with his normal easy good humor
and went to his own floor.

On top of the pile of letters beside his plate, next morning, lay a note
from Josephine:

"Don't forget your promise about that girl, dear. I've an hour before
lunch, and could see her then. I was out of humor last night. I'm very
penitent this morning. Please forgive me. Maybe I can do something for
her. JOSEPHINE."


Norman read with amused eyes. "Well!" soliloquized he, "I'm not likely
to forget that poor little creature again. What a fuss about nothing!"