The two women’s eyes met.
“I trust, Mrs. Clephane, we shall meet again and soon,” Mrs. Spencer replied, extending her hand.
“Thank you so much,” was Mrs. Clephane’s answer.
Mrs. Spencer turned to Harleston with a perfectly entrancing smile.
“Good-night, Guy,” she murmured.—“No, sir, not a foot; I’m going up to my apartment.”
“Then we will convoy you to the elevator. Come, Mr. Harleston.”
“It is only a step,” Mrs. Spencer protested.
“Nevertheless,” said Mrs. Clephane, “we shall not permit you to brave alone this Peacock Alley and its heedless crowd.”
And putting her arm intimately through Mrs. Spencer’s she went on: with Harleston trailing in the rear and chuckling with suppressed glee. It was not often that Madeline Spencer met her match!
When the car shot upward with Mrs. Spencer, Harleston gave a quiet laugh of satisfaction.