"Good Lord, you don't expect to grab a divinity student, do you?
That kind never has anything."

"Let's not talk about it, please. Mr. Wharton is getting nasty,
and--I'm beginning to be afraid of him."

"I'll bet you could land him--"

"Please. I--don't want to think about it. I dare say I'll bring
myself to marry some rich man some day; but--Merkle--Wharton--"
She shuddered for a second time. "If Mr. Wharton is serious this
scandal will scare him off, or else he'll become--just like the
others. I could cry. He threatened me to-night; I don't know how
I'll manage to avoid him to-morrow night."

"Hm-m! He's coming that strong, eh?" was Jim's interested query;
but on hearing his sister's account of the young millionaire's
determined pursuit he volunteered in his offhand way to assist
her.

"I'll come for you myself, and we'll whip over to a cafe for
supper."

"You'll save me from him," said Lorelei, with a wan smile, "and
I'll know that you are in good company for one evening at least."

"Don't lose any sleep over my habits," he told her, lightly; "and
don't worry yourself about this newspaper story, either. Melcher
is in the right, for Hammon cut him out with Lilas. He's after
Merkle, too; so you'll have to stand the gaff this time. I'll look