By sheer force of will he kept his hand on the throttle of his emotions. One look, one false move, would ruin it all. He knew, without any doubts that she did not love him. He even told himself she loved Jocelyn. He knew that he must make himself a valuable friend and not an undesired lover, but his want of her was great, and his fury at Jarvis's indifference white hot. She caught his set look. "Richard!" He turned his eyes on her. "You're tired of me. I won't talk any more." He drew her hand through his arm, and held her there. "Don't say that sort of thing, please; it isn't fair." "Take it back." The Lafayette filled her with excitement. They had a table on a raised balcony overlooking the main dining-room. Richard pointed out celebrities, bowed to many friends, talked charming personalities. A feast of Lucullus was served them. Music and wine and excitement bewitched Bambi. She sparkled and laughed. She capped his every sally with a quick retort. She was totally different from the girl-boy who had walked downtown beside him. "What are you thinking about me?" she challenged him, her head tipped back provokingly. "Daughter of Joy!" "I have spent a very pleasant fortnight with you, Richard!" "Has it seemed that long?" "Since I left Sunnyside this morning? Quite." "How many personalities have you been since then?" "Oh, not nearly all my mes." "Protean artist?" "Headliner," she nodded. They drank to the success of the play. Later, as he stood beside her in the car, a few minutes before she was to leave, she put her hand in his. "I've had the loveliest time," she said. "You are the most accomplished playmate I ever had." "It has been a happy day." "Come to Sunnyside soon." The train began to move out and he hurried to get off. She waved to him from the window. She was tired, so she went to bed at once, with never a dream of the emptiness her small presence left in New York for the "Playmate." XXIV "What luck did you have with the climax, yesterday?" she asked Jarvis, next day, as she came into the workroom. "None at all. I worked all day, and tore it up last night." "Oh, why did you do that?" "It was hopeless. If you wanted to teach me how vital you are to this work, you did it." "Such a thing never entered my mind." "Shall we begin at it now?" "Of course. I'm keen to get at it." She plunged into the situation and swept all obstacles before her. The entire reaction from yesterday's pleasure and change went into her work. Lunch-time came as a shock, the morning had fled so fast. Jarvis sighed as he piled up the pages. "You work like an electric dynamo," he remarked. "I always work better after a happy vacation. Why don't you run off for a day, to get your breath, as it were?" "Where would I run to?" "You might go look up the author-lady you're so interested in," she remarked, wickedly. He made no answer to that.