"Have you forgotten? Major Crosby's coming to dinner, and we promised to give him a dancing lesson."
"Chip! So he is! This bother about Connie put it out of my head for the moment. What shall I do if she asks me to take her out to dinner? As she may do, if she decides not to see Petrovitch."
"Then I suppose you must take her."
"We might dine early and come here after," he suggested. "Would mother object, do you think?"
"You'd better ask her," she said. "Mother has only seen her once since she came back, and then she went to her hotel heavily veiled."
Noel nodded appreciatively.
"Well, I'll ask her. There's no harm in Connie, poor old thing. Will Gordon be home?"
"Yes. Helen's dining here too. I didn't want her a bit to-night. She's so—patronizing. Not to me, but to strangers. And Chip will be shyer than ever."
"Well, remember," Noel cautioned her, "Chip's my friend. We met at the Club. It was only a few yards away, so that isn't much of a fib. That's what I've given out."
"Very well," said Judy. "I'm rather dread-
