wanted her, she would marry him. Only Noel was right. She would have to be bold. . . .
The gramophone ran down and the dancing stopped. Captain Stevens, full of enthusiasm, exclaimed:
"That was glorious! We must have another fox-trot." And went to put on another record.
Judy made her way to where Connie was sitting, and on hearing her say she had not yet met Helen, she introduced them. Helen, who had already decided she wouldn't be above asking Connie's advice about her trousseau, sat beside her and talked about Cannes and Monte Carlo, while Gordon, who had greeted his aunt with extreme coldness, stood a few feet away and impersonated a young man in the sulks. Judy was about to go to him, when the maid appeared in the doorway, and Judy, seeing that she had something to say to her, crossed the room.
"You're wanted on the telephone, Miss Judy," said the maid. "It's Dawson, and she wants to speak to you most particularly, Miss."
"Dawson!" exclaimed Judy. "I hope it doesn't mean . . ." but without finishing her sentence she ran to the telephone, which was downstairs.
"Is that you, Miss Judy?" asked Dawson. "We're a little upset here to-night. A telegram
