Percy Shanklyn, whose conversation consisted of equal parts of
autobiography and of stories of the type alluded to, was the one to
discover this. His latest, which he had counted on to set the table in
a roar, produced from Kirk criticism so adverse and so crisply
delivered that he refrained from telling his latest but one and spent
the rest of the evening wondering, like his fellow visitors, what had
happened to Kirk and whether he was sickening for something.

Not one of them had the faintest suspicion that these symptoms
indicated that Kirk, for the first time in his easy-going life, was in
love. They had never contemplated such a prospect. It was not till his
conscientious and laborious courtship had been in progress for over two
weeks and was nearing the stage when he felt that the possibility of
revealing his state of mind to Ruth was not so remote as it had been,
that a chance visit of Percy Shanklyn to the studio during the
afternoon solved the mystery.

One calls it a chance visit because Percy had not been meaning to
borrow twenty dollars from Kirk that day at all. The man slated for the
loan was one Burrows, a kindly member of the Lambs Club. But fate and a
telegram from a manager removed Burrows to Chicago, while Percy was
actually circling preparatory to the swoop, and the only other man in
New York who seemed to Percy good for the necessary sum at that precise
moment was Kirk.

He flew to Kirk and found him with Ruth. Kirk's utter absence of any
enthusiasm at the sight of him, the reluctance with which he made
the introduction, the glumness with which he bore his share of the
three-cornered conversation--all these things convinced Percy that
this was no ordinary visitor.