seem good to feel his arms around her again—real soon.
She rang up their apartment and fortunately he was at home and answered almost at once. Yes, he had just gotten in from Greenwich. His trip had been successful. Well, the apartment wasn't exactly an iceberg. Going to stay another few days with Lucy?—H'mm. He come out to-morrow night?—well—he was missing her terribly—well—he guessed he could make it. Mail? A letter had arrived for her postmarked Buenos Aires—some law firm's name on the envelope. He would bring it along.
Rao-Singh drove Carmelita to the Hedgewood station the next afternoon to meet Dudley because he had particularly asked her if he might earlier in the day and she had not known how to refuse him. She was quite sure Dudley would be displeased and she wanted him in a good humor that day. But Lucy herself had suggested Rao-Singh's going and Carmelita could not very well decline and ask her hostess for the use of one of her own cars and chauffeur.
So the Hindu Prince and Mrs. Dudley Drake, spick and span in cool sport clothes sat side by side in a shiny roadster as the train rolled in. Dudley, somewhat dampened and fagged out from a hard, hot day in town,
