“Yes, there is a light,” she murmured, looking up over the little porch at the window she knew to be Helen’s. “How shall I tell her?” Running lightly up the stairs of the tastefully arranged Ivy Nook, Marian was presently at Helen’s door. She hesitated, patted her hair, and corrected the flying ribbon of her tie. The situation of meeting Helen now actually confronted her, even the courage so gratefully accepted when down the campus path, seemed waning. But, presently Marian tapped lightly at the door. There was a step within, and then the door opened. Helen drew back at the sight of her visitor. She had not expected Marian Seaton. “Oh, Helen,” gasped Marian. “I have such good news——” “_You_ have good news,” repeated the astonished girl, with an unpleasant inflection of the pronoun. “Yes, Helen. Do be—reasonable. I am in such a hurry. There is a caller for you at the office——” “Won’t you step in?” asked Helen, interested now. “Oh, yes, Helen,” and Marian, condescending and abject, crossed the sill. “I don’t know how to tell you, but he gave the name Dolorez forged to your card. He says he is—Stanislaus!” “Oh, my Stanislaus! Where is he! You are not deceiving me again!” and with this question, the excited girl seized Marian, whirled her around to the light, and glared into her frightened face. “Oh, no, Helen. I would not deceive you like that. I did not write that card, or think of it. It was Dol——” “Yes, you need talk to me of her, and I believe you now, although—but never mind,” suddenly breaking off her unfinished sentence. “Where is the one who says he—is—my—Stanislaus?” “At the office. I met him looking for you, and I offered to come. But just one moment, Helen, please. I am in deep trouble, and I want to ask your forgiveness first.” The Polish girl breathed heavily, and drew away just a trifle. But that action gave Marian her answer. “But you know Jane would be reasonable, Helen, and I want to have the courage to face her—when she comes. Think, you have had so much worry, but now it will soon be over surely, yet I am more alone than you, for I have no—good friend.” This appeal touched the heart of the other, and she quickly laid her hand into that of the trembling Marian. “I see your grief is sincere, and, as you say, Jane is always—forgiving, so if it pleases her, you need have no fear from me. But let me get to the office. Are you coming back?” asked Helen. “Yes, no, I don’t know. I am so anxious to see them first, after the train comes in. It will be due very soon. You go along, Helen, and thank you. I hope your friend brings you very good news.” “Oh, he will! Stanislaus never fails!” and at that Helen was off down the stairs, and only the light slam of the door closing, brought to Marian the realization of being alone. The door opened as she mounted the steps, and Miss Bennet, secretary to Mrs. Weatherbee, awaited her arrival.