Katherine received him brightly and immediately put him at ease. For the
time he forgot that Mr. Porter and he were nominal enemies. Mr. Porter
talked entertainingly of the people about them, a subject which Harvey
could continue with intelligence; and he was gratified to note the
interest in the daughter's eyes as he commented on the oddities of human
character.

They were looking at a party of Germans, who sat listening to the music
with the stolid interest of the race, when Mr. Porter rose and beckoned.
Katherine nodded to some one behind Harvey. A moment later he was shaking
hands with Mr. McNally.

"We've been watching for you for some time," said Mr. Porter, as McNally
took the vacant chair.

"Have you?" McNally smiled easily. "I wish you had said that, Miss
Porter."

"Oh, Mr. McNally, you know I was hoping for you."

Harvey's eyes betrayed him, for she added in a bantering tone,--

"We must say such things to Mr. McNally, Mr. West; if we don't, he gets
simply unbearable."

McNally looked at her with an amused expression. Evidently they understood
each other. As the banter continued, Harvey began to feel uncomfortable.
He tried to listen to the orchestra, which was playing a lively march.