Left alone with Graydon, Mrs. Cable nervously hurried to the point. She was determined to satisfy herself that the son did not share her secret with his father. "Does your father know that you want to marry Jane?" she asked. "Of course--er--I mean, he suspects, Mrs. Cable. He has teased me not a little, you know. I'm going to tell him to-night." "He has not known Jane very long, you know." "Long enough to admire her above all others. He has often told me that she is the finest girl he's ever met. Oh, I'm sure father will be pleased, Mrs. Cable." "I met your father in New York, of course--years ago. I presume he has told you." "I think not. Oh, yes, I believe he did tell me after we met you at Hooley's that night. He had never seen Mr. Cable." "Nor Jane, I dare say." "Oh, no. I knew Jane long before dad ever laid eyes on her." The look in his eyes satisfied her over all that he knew nothing more. "You love her enough to sacrifice anything on earth for her?" she asked suddenly. "Yes, Mrs. Cable," he answered simply. "You would renounce all else in the world for her sake?" "I believe that's part of the service," he said, with a smile. "Jane is worth all of that, and more. She shall be first in my heart, in my mind, for all time, if that is what you mean, Mrs. Cable. Believe me, I mean that." "Mr. Bansemer says that you are like your mother," she mused, wistfully. "That's why he loves me, he also says. I'm sorry I'm not like father," he said earnestly. "He's great!" She turned her face away so that he might not see the look in her eyes. "I think Jane is like---" he paused in confusion. "Like her father," he concluded. She arose abruptly and took his hand in hers. "Go to her, Graydon," she said. "Tell her that Mr. Cable and I want you to be our son. Good-night and God bless you." She preceded him to the stairway and again shook hands with him. David Cable was ascending. "Graydon," said the latter, pausing halfway up as the other came down, "you were ready to congratulate me in advance on the prospect of becoming president of the P., L. & A. Do you know that I was once an ordinary fireman?" "Certainly, Mr. Cable. The rise of David Cable is known to everyone." "That's all. I just wanted to be sure. Jane was not born with a silver spoon, you know." "And yet she is Jane Cable," said the young man proudly. Then he hurried on down to the expectant, throbbing Jane. Frances Cable sat at her escritoire for an hour, her brain working with feverish energy. She was seeking out the right step to take in advance of James Bansemer. Her husband sat alone in his den and smoked long after she had taken her step and retired to rest--but not to sleep. On her desk lay half a dozen invitations, two of them from the exclusive set to whose inner circles her ambitious, vigorous aspirations were forcing her. She pushed them aside and with narrowed eyes wrote to James Bansemer--wrote the note of the diplomat who seeks to forestall: