“That sounds formidable, but unless the people who are waiting for you muster more than ten thousand apiece, I don’t think you should make haste on their account.” “It’s the other way about, Mr. Drummond. Individually they are poorer than I, therefore I should have returned long ago. Now, I fear, they will be in a temper.” “Well, if anybody left me two thousand pounds, I’d take an afternoon off to celebrate. Here we are in the suburbs again. Won’t you change your mind and your direction; let us get back into the country, sit down on the hillside, look at the Bay, and gloat over your wealth?” Dorothy Amhurst shook her head and held out her hand. “I must bid you good-by here, Lieutenant Drummond. This is my shortest way home.” “May I not accompany you just a little farther?” “Please, no, I wish to go the rest of the way alone.” He held her hand, which she tried to withdraw, and spoke with animation. “There’s so much I wanted to say, but perhaps the most important is this: I shall see you the night of the 14th, at the ball we are giving on the ‘Consternation’?” “It is very likely,” laughed the girl, “unless you overlook me in the throng. There will be a great mob. I hear you have issued many invitations.” “We hope all our friends will come. It’s going to be a great function. Your Secretary of the Navy has promised to look in on us, and our Ambassador from Washington will be there. I assure you we are doing our best, with festooned electric lights, hanging draperies, and all that, for we want to make the occasion at least remotely worthy of the hospitality we have received. Of course you have your card, but I wish you hadn’t, so that I might have the privilege of sending you one or more invitations.” “That would be quite unnecessary,” said the girl, again with a slight laugh and heightened color. “If any of your friends need cards of invitation, won’t you let me know, so that I may send them to you?” “I’m sure I shan’t need any, but if I do, I promise to remember your kindness, and apply.” “It will be a pleasure for me to serve you. With whom shall you come? I should like to know the name, in case I should miss you in the crowd.” “I expect to be with Captain Kempt, of the United States Navy.” “Ah,” said the Lieutenant, with a note of disappointment in his voice which he had not the diplomacy to conceal. His hold of her hand relaxed, and she took the opportunity to withdraw it. “What sort of a man is Captain Kempt? I shall be on the lookout for him, you know.” “I think he is the handsomest man I have ever seen, and I know he is the kindest and most courteous.” “Really? A young man, I take it?” “There speaks the conceit of youth,” said Dorothy, smiling. “Captain Kempt, U.S.N., retired. His youngest daughter is just two years older than myself.”