a great deal to have gotten out of the whole affair, and yet he felt a thrill of disappointment at the idea of missing the fourth figure, as he termed it. It plunged him into despair.
"Hull-l-l-o, Hart!" sounded beneath his window.
It was Franklin.
"May I come up?"
In another moment he had entered the room. Without beating about the bush Hart explained his predicament.
"Yes," said Franklin. "Of course, you have got to wear evening dress. But here's the idea,—take mine. I'm not going. It will just about fit you. Here's the scheme,—come over to my room and dress."
As they went out into the corridor, Patrick Corse Heaphy came up the stairs.
"What are you going to do to-night?" he inquired.
"Going to the dance," answered Hart.
"That's a good idea," Heaphy suddenly responded. "Guess I'll go too."
To tell the truth, Mr. Heaphy had surprised himself in making this statement more than he
