course, love another man whose tastes were exactly like my own. But
I'd never betray Howard--nor myself--even in thought."

The words and all they implied might have been an irresistible
challenge to another man. But to Masters, whose career was inexorably
mapped out,--he was determined that his own fame and that of
California should be synchronous--and who fled at the first hint of
seduction in a woman's eyes, they came as a pleasurable reassurance.
After all, mental companionship with a woman was unique, and it was
quite in keeping that he should find it in this unique city of his
adoption. Moreover, it would be a very welcome recreation in his
energetic life. If propinquity began to sprout its deadly fruit he
fancied that she would close the episode abruptly. He was positive
that he should, if for no other reason than because her husband was
his friend. He might elope with the wife of a friend if he lost his
head, but he would never dishonor himself in the secret intrigue. And
he had not the least intention of leaving San Francisco. For the time
being they were safe. It was like picking wild flowers in the field
after a day's hot work.

"Now," she said serenely, "read me 'Pippa Passes.'"




XIII


Nevertheless, he stayed away from her for a week. At the end of that
time he received a peremptory little note bidding him call and