"Truly? How interesting!" she responded, with equal warmth. "Something psychic in the atmosphere today?" "Oh, no," he said, reluctantly releasing her hand. "I can't see through these huge buildings, you know---it's impossible to look over their tops--I simply knew you were here, that's all." "You're romantic, even though you are a bit silly," she cried gaily. "Pray, how could you know?" "Simplest thing in the world. Rigby told me he had seen you, and that you seemed to be in a great rage. He dared me to venture into your presence, and--that's why I'm here." "What a hopelessly, commonplace explanation! Why did you not leave me to think that there was really something psychic about it? Logic is so discouraging to one's conceit. I'm in a very disagreeable humour to-day," she said, in fine despair. "I don't believe it," he disputed graciously. "But I am," she insisted, smiling brightly. His heart was leaping high--so high, that it filled his eyes. "Everything has gone wrong with me to-day. It's pretty trying to have to wait in front of a big office building for fifteen minutes. Every instant, I expect a policeman to come up and order me to move on. Don't they arrest people for blocking the street?" "Yes, and put them in awful, rat-swarming dungeons over in Dearborn Avenue. Poor Mr. Cable, he should be made to suffer severely for his wretched conduct. The idea of--" "Don't you dare to say anything mean about dad," she warned. "But he's the cause of all the trouble--he's never done anything to make you happy, or--" "Stop!--I take it all back--I'm in a perfectly adorable humour. It was dreadfully mean of me to be half-angry with him, wasn't it? He's in there, now, working his dear old brain to pieces, and I'm out here with no brain at all," she said ruefully. To the ingenuous youth, such an appeal to his gallantry was well-nigh irresistible, and for a moment it seemed as if he would yield to the temptation to essay a brilliant contradiction; but his wits came to his rescue, for quickly realising that not only were the frowning rocks of offence to be avoided, but likewise the danger of floundering helplessly about in the inviting quicksands of inanity, he preserved silence--wise young man that he was, and trusted to his eyes to express an eloquent refutation. At last, however, something seemed to occur to him. A smile broke on his face. "You had a stupid time last night?" he hazarded. "What makes you think so?" "I know who took you in to dinner." The eyes of the girl narrowed slightly at the corners. "Did he tell you?" "No, I have neither seen nor heard from anyone present." She opened her eyes wide, now. "Well, Mr. S. Holmes, who was it?" "That imbecile, Medford." Miss Cable sat up very straight in the trap; her little chin went up in the air; she even went so far as to make a pretence of curbing the impatience of her horse. "Mr. Medford was most entertaining--he was the life of the dinner," she returned somewhat severely.