At nine o'clock, came Timothy Baldwin. Miss Weldon met him at the window, looked at him, half curiously, half fearfully, and after lifting her lips for a fleeting kiss, backed quickly away from him into a remote corner. Then Nolan, according to prearranged plan, suggested that he and Eveley run down and put the car in the garage. "And if there is a moon, we may go for a joy-ride, so don't expect us back too soon." And as they rode he spoke so unconcernedly of Sally's smiles and curls and pretty hands, that Eveley was restored to her original enthusiasm for the campaign. "Won't she be wild?" she chuckled, snuggling close against Nolan's side, but never forgetting that she was mistress of the wheel. "Tim is going to talk business all the time, and at ten-thirty he is going to say he must hurry home to rest up for a hard day's work to-morrow. We are not to get in until eleven, so she will be utterly bored to distraction. Isn't it fun?" They drove slowly, happily around the park, over the bridge and under the bridge, around the eucalyptus knoll above the lights on the bay, and then went down-town for ice-cream. At exactly eleven o'clock, Nolan took her hands as she stood on the bottom step of the rustic stair. "I can't say it is your duty to--be good to me--but I hope it will make you happy. And by the rules of your own game, I have a right selfishly to insist on your being always sweet and wonderful to me, and to me alone." "Just what do you mean by that, Nolan?" "Nothing, of course, but can't you use your imagination?" "No, I can't. That is for brides and fiancées, not for unattached working girls like me." Then she ran on up the stairs, and Nolan went home. True to arrangement, Tim had gone at ten-thirty, and Miss Weldon in a soft negligee was sitting alone pensively, before the fire. "Tim has changed," she said briefly. "I think he has more sense, but a little less--er--warmth, I might say." "Do you think so? He works very hard. He is fearfully ambitious and they think everything of him at the office." "Yes? Then he must certainly have changed. He was not keen on business at Salt Lake. He lost three jobs in eight weeks. That is why he came west. And his father has financed half a dozen ventures for him. But perhaps he has settled down, and will do all right. I love your little apartment, and it is dear to call it a Cloud Cote, and Mr. Nolan is perfectly charming. Timmy asked us to meet him at Rudder's for luncheon, you and me and your Mr. Nolan, also." "Oh, that is nice," said Eveley. "I'll come up for you in the car a few minutes earlier. You won't mind being alone most of the day, will you? I work, you know." "No, I rather like being alone. I sew some, and I shall read, and there are letters to write. I do not mind being alone."