Keith smiled. A fine scorn came into his eyes.
"Where does he give the dinner? At what hour?"
She named the place--a fashionable restaurant up-town. The time was still several hours away.
"You must go to Norman."
She sat in deep reflection.
"It is your only chance--your only hope. Give me authority to act for you, and go to him. He needs you."
"If I thought he would forgive me?" she said in a low tone.
"He will. I have just come from him. Write me the authority and go at once."
A light appeared to dawn in her face.
She rose suddenly.