We left the place together a few minutes later and found a vacant box at the Tivoli. Arrived there, however, Mr. Parker soon became restless. He kept on seeing friends in the auditorium. We watched him, with his hat a little on the back of his head, going about shaking hands in various directions. "How long have you been in England?" I asked my companion. "Barely two months," she replied. "Do look at father! Wherever he goes it's the same. The one recreation of his life is making friends. The people he is speaking to to-night he has probably come across in a railroad train or an American bar. He makes lifelong friendships every time he drinks a cocktail, and he never forgets a face." "Isn't that a little trying for you?" I asked. She laughed outright. "If you could only see some of the people he brings up and introduces to me!" We talked for some time upon quite ordinary subjects. As the time passed on, however, and her father did not return, it seemed to me she became more silent. She told me very little about herself and the few personal things she said were always restrained. I was beginning to feel almost discouraged; she sat so long with a slight frown upon her forehead and her head turned away from me. "Miss Parker," I ventured at last, "something seems to have displeased you." "It has," she admitted. "Will you please tell me what it is?" I asked humbly. "If I have said or done anything clumsy give me a chance, at any rate, to let you see how sorry I am." She turned and faced me then. "It is not your fault," she assured me; "only I am a little annoyed with my father." "Why?" "I think," she went on, "it is perfectly delightful that he should have made your acquaintance. It isn't that at all. But I do not think he should have made use of you in the way he did. He is utterly reckless sometimes and forgets what he is doing. It is all very well for himself, but he has no right to expose you to--to--" "To what risk did he expose me?" I demanded. "Tell me, Miss Parker--was he absolutely honest when he told me he was an adventurer?" "Absolutely!" "Was I, then, an accomplice in anything illegal to-night?" "Worse than illegal--criminal!" she told me. Now my father had been a judge and I had a brother who was a barrister; but the madness was upon me and I spoke quickly and convincingly. "Then all I have to say about it is that I am glad!" I declared. "Why?" she murmured, looking at me wonderingly. "Because he is your father and I have helped him," I answered under my breath. For a few moments she was silent. She looked at me however; and as I watched her eyes grow softer I suddenly held out my hand, and for a moment she suffered hers to rest in it. Then she drew away a little. She was still looking at me steadfastly; but something that had seemed to me inimical had gone from her expression.