account for the astonishing performance to which she was now committed: that of walking jauntily through a fashionable cross-town street in the friendliest, most intimate manner with her mother-in-law's discharged chauffeur! Fifth Avenue but a few steps away, with all its mid-morning activities to be encountered! What on earth possessed her! "Come along, then," he had said with all the calmness of an old and privileged acquaintance! And obediently she had "come along"!
His chin was up, his eyes were sparkling; his body was bent forward slightly at the waist to co-ordinate with the somewhat pronounced action of his legs; his hat was slightly tilted and placed well back on his head; his gay little walking-stick described graceful revolutions.
She was suddenly aware of a new thrill—one of satisfaction. As she looked at him out of the corner of her eye, her face cleared. Instinctively she grasped the truth. Whatever he may have been yesterday, he was quite another person today,—and It was a pleasure to be seen with him!
She lengthened her stride, and held up her head. Her red lips parted in a dazzling smile.
"I suppose It is useless to ask you to change your mind,—Trotter," she said, purposely hesitating over the name.
"Quite," said he, smiling into her eyes.
She was momentarily disconcerted. She found It more difficult than she had thought to look into his eyes.
"Why do you call yourself Trotter?" she asked, after a moment.
