" Oh, nothing," replied Peter, waving his hand. " Only-I thought it might interest you." Coleman was silent for some time. He fingered his papers. At last he burst out joyously. "And so they know it already, do they? Well-damn them- let them know it. But you didn't tell them yourself ? " " I ! " quoth Peter wrathfully. " No! The minister told us." Then Coleman was again silent for a time and Peter Tounley sat on the. bed reflectively looking at the ceiling. " Funny thing, Marjory 'way over here in Greece, and then you happening over here the way you did." " It isn't funny at all." " Why isn't it ? " " Because," said Coleman impressively,, " that is why I came to Greece. It was all planned. See?" "Whirroo," exclaimed Peter. "This here is magic." " No magic at all." Coleman displayed some complacence. " No magic at all. just pure, plain-- whatever you choose to call it." " Holy smoke," said Peter, admiring the situation. "Why, this is plum romance, Coleman. I'm blowed if it isn't." Coleman was grinning with delight. He took a fresh cigar and his bright eyes looked at Peter through the smoke., "Seems like it, don't it? Yes. Regular romance. Have a drink, my boy, just to celebrate my good luck. And be patient if I talk a great deal of my-my-future. My head spins with it." He arose to pace the room flinging out bis arms in a great gesture. " God! When I think yesterday was not like to-day I wonder how I stood it." There was a knock at the door and a waiter left a note in Coleman's hand "Dear Ruf us:-We are going for a drive this afternoon at three, and mother wishes you to come, if you. care to. I too wish it, if you care to. Yours, " MARJORY." With a radiant face, Coleman gave the note a little crackling flourish in the air. " Oh, you don't know what life is, kid." " S-steady the Blues," said Peter Tounley seriously. You'll lose your head if you don't watch out." " Not I" cried Coleman with irritation. " But a man must turn loose some times, mustn't he?" When the four, students had separated in the corri- dor, Coke had posted at once to Nora Black's sitting room. His entrance was somewhat precipitate, but he cooled down almost at once, for he reflected that he was not bearing good news. He ended by perching in awkward fashion on the brink of his chair and fumbling his hat uneasily. Nora floated to him in a cloud of a white dressing gown. She gave him a plump hand. "Well, youngman? "she said, with a glowing smile. She took a chair, and the stuff of her gown fell in curves over the arms of it., Coke looked hot and bothered, as if he could have more than half wanted to retract his visit. " I-aw- we haven't seen much of you lately," he began, sparing. He had expected to tell his news at once.