it's the same. The one recreation of his life is making friends. The
people he is speaking to to-night he has probably come across in a
railroad train or an American bar. He makes lifelong friendships every
time he drinks a cocktail, and he never forgets a face."

"Isn't that a little trying for you?" I asked.

She laughed outright.

"If you could only see some of the people he brings up and introduces to
me!"

We talked for some time upon quite ordinary subjects. As the time passed
on, however, and her father did not return, it seemed to me she became
more silent. She told me very little about herself and the few personal
things she said were always restrained. I was beginning to feel almost
discouraged; she sat so long with a slight frown upon her forehead and her
head turned away from me.

"Miss Parker," I ventured at last, "something seems to have displeased
you."

"It has," she admitted.

"Will you please tell me what it is?" I asked humbly. "If I have said or
done anything clumsy give me a chance, at any rate, to let you see how
sorry I am."

She turned and faced me then.