They rose, and together, the rustling ladies first, passed through the intervening hall into the drawing-room beyond. It was a warm, glossy, much-upholstered room, with an appearance of overcrowded cheeriness. Lamps casting halos of mellow light through beruffled silk shades like huge primeval flowers, glowed from the corners and sent glistening rays along the leaves of tropical plants. The ornaments disposed upon the tables and mantel-shelves were numerous and interesting enough to have claimed an afternoon's careful attention. There were mounds of cushions on the divans, and sudden prolongations of the surroundings in unexpected mirrors. Framed in the folds of the portières was the bright, distant picture of the deserted dining-table, with its bloom of candles and glint of glass and silver. The small family party all knew one another so well, and so constantly met for these little informal dinners, that when John Gault excused himself on the ground of an evening engagement, no one criticized his defection or urged him to stay. Letitia, who had put on her new pink gauze dinner-dress that evening, was more hurt by the fact that he did not comment upon its splendors than that he left so early. She was used to his unceremonious inclusion of herself in the family party, whom he called by their Christian names and treated with brotherly informality. This evening, as usual, she went into the hall with him for a last word or two while he put on his coat. Secretly she was hoping that he would notice her dress; for if Letitia had a weakness, it was for rich apparel. Fortunately she could indulge it. She had a fair fortune in her own right, and being an orphan who made her home with her married sister, her income was hers to spend as she pleased. Standing under the hall light, she regarded Gault with grave attention as he attempted, alone and unaided, to put on his coat. Then, seeing the unequal nature of the struggle, she said suddenly, "Let me help you, John," and taking the garment from him, shook it and held it out to him by the collar. He laughed, and thrusting an arm into the sleeve, said over his shoulder: "You're not only the most ornamental but the most useful person I know, Letitia." "Thanks," she responded sedately; "but I wouldn't have supposed you thought I was so ornamental." "Why not?" he answered, affecting as dramatic a surprise as was possible in his position, with his second arm just thrust into the sleeve. "Because you never noticed me to-night at all," said Letitia, giving the collar a settling jerk. "Never noticed you?" He was able to turn round on her now, and regarded her with exaggerated astonishment. "What do you mean? I noticed you more than I did any one else." "I didn't mean myself, exactly; I meant my gown." "That shows how a feeling silence is thrown away on a woman. I noticed it a dozen times; but just because I didn't say so you suppose I was blind to it. How could I be?"