Helen was right.
From that time forward Mary's own shadow was hardly less attentive than Master Wally Cabot. His high-powered roadster was generally doing one of three things. It was either going to Mary's, or coming from Mary's, or taking a needed rest under Mary's porte cochère.
One day Mary suddenly said to her father, "Who was Paul?"
Fortunately for Josiah the light was on his back.
"Last night at the dance," she continued, "I heard a woman saying that I didn't look the least bit like Paul, and I wondered who he was."
"Perhaps some one in her own family," said Josiah at last.
"Must have been," Mary carelessly nodded. They went on chatting and presently Josiah was himself again.
"What are you going to do about Walter Cabot?" he asked, looking at her with love in his sombre eyes.
Mary made a helpless gesture.
"Has he asked you yet?"