"It's funny you didn't find me, then, for that's where I've been. I was
looking for you."

"No, really?" Ginger seemed pleased. He led the way to the quiet
ante-room outside the gambling-hall, and they sat down in a corner. It
was pleasant here, with nobody near except the gorgeously uniformed
attendant over by the door. "That was awfully good of you."

"I felt I must have a talk with you before my train went."

Ginger started violently.

"Your train? What do you mean?"

"The puff-puff," explained Sally. "I'm leaving to-night, you know."

"Leaving?" Ginger looked as horrified as the devoutest of the
congregation of which Sally had just ceased to be a member. "You don't
mean leaving? You're not going away from Roville?"

"I'm afraid so."

"But why? Where are you going?"

"Back to America. My boat sails from Cherbourg tomorrow."

"Oh, my aunt!"

"I'm sorry," said Sally, touched by his concern. She was a warm-hearted