"Mrs. Gosnold wants you back--sent me to say so--says she'll come after you if I fail to bring you."
"Oh, no!" she protested, trembling uncontrollably.
"You won't meet any of those folks. They're all going to-day. It's a new deal from a fresh deck, so to speak."
"No," she averred more steadily. "You told me I was foolish; you were right. I'm through with all that."
He came closer to her. "You needn't be," he said. "Don't damn Society just because you got in wrong at the first attempt. Try again. Let me try with you. I've got all the money there is, more or less. If you want a villa at Newport--"
"Oh, please, no! I tell you, I'm finished with all that forever."
"Well," he grinned fatuously, "what about a flat in Harlem?"
A little smile broke through her tears.
"Why must you go to such extremes?" she laughed brokenly. "Aren't there any more apartments to be had on Riverside Drive?"
THE END