"You might ask me if it's not time to go home," suggested Diana, coolly. "You mustn't forget that I'm a wage earner."
Enoch bit his lip and turned to sign the check. Then he followed Diana to the door. Here they came upon the Indian Commissioner and his wife, and all opportunity for explanations was gone for the two invited themselves to walk along to Diana's rooming place. Enoch went up the steps with Diana, however, and asked her tensely:
"Will you lunch with me to-morrow, Miss Allen, that I may explain myself?"
"Thank you, no. I shall be very busy to-morrow, Mr. Huntingdon."
"Let me call here in the evening, then."
"I'd rather you wouldn't," answered the girl, coldly. "Good night, Mr.
Secretary," and she was gone.
Enoch stood as if struck dumb, then he made an excuse to Mr. and Mrs. Watkins, and started homeward. The night was stifling. When Jonas let him into the house, his collar was limp and his hair lay wet on his forehead.
"I'm going to New York to-night, Jonas," he said huskily.
"What's happened, boss?" asked Jonas breathlessly, as he followed Enoch up the stairs.
"Nothing! I'm going to give myself a day's rest. Give me something to travel in," pulling off his coat.