must go, this instant," said Arkwright. "I had no idea it was so
late."

"I'll see you soon again, no doubt, Mr. Craig," said Miss
Severence, polite but not cordial, as she extended her hand.

"Yes," replied Craig, holding the hand, and rudely not looking at
her but at Arkwright. "You've interrupted us in a very interesting
talk, Grant."

Grant and Margaret exchanged smiles, Margaret disengaged her hand,
and the two men went. As they were strolling down the drive, Grant
said: "Well, what did you think of her?"

"A nobody--a nothing," was Craig's wholly unexpected response.
"Homely--at least insignificant. Bad color. Dull eyes. Bad
manners. A poor specimen, even of this poor fashionable society of
yours. An empty-head."

"Well--well--WELL!" exclaimed Arkwright in derision. "Yet you and
she seemed to be getting on beautifully together."

"I did all the talking."

"You always do."

"But it was the way she listened. I felt as if I were rehearsing
in a vacant room."

"Humph," grunted Arkwright.