"I am suited." A moment later the bell rang, and Silvette and Jack, followed by Mr. Rivett, came laughing through the hall and into the little parlor. "Jim! At last!" cried Silvette, giving him both hands. "How are you, cousin! How are you, Mr. Rivett! Hello, Jack!" he said as they surrounded him with lively greetings. "How goes it?" inquired Mr. Rivett dryly. "First rate." "Did you see McMillan in Pittsburgh?" "By jove, I did! He was tremendously interesting—and exceedingly cordial to me." Mr. Rivett nodded. He might have said that he kept McMillan in his vest pocket, but he only stared at Edgerton through his big, round glasses. They all had supper together, later; Jack and Silvette bubbled enthusiasm over the play and the splendid cast; Dineen came in and talked business to Rivett in casual undertones; Diana and Edgerton were quieter, even inclined to silence. Meanwhile Jack was consulting Silvette about theater plans for the following evening, and Edgerton said that he would return from business in time to join them. "You’ll be in Jersey, won’t you?" asked Rivett. "Yes." "Well, try to get back in time to dress and join us at dinner." "I don’t believe I can do that." Rivett looked at him. "Try," he said briefly. But Edgerton said aside to Diana: "I can’t get back to the studio before eight.... By the way, you have a key, you know, if you wish to go there at any time." "Thank you, Jim. I may look in to-morrow sometime. I want to see—" She flushed, and hesitated; then calmly: "We left two trunks there, you know." He nodded. "Go and rummage. The janitor has orders. He has taken splendid care of that big white cat of yours. You’ll find everything in order, and quite comfortable." So he made his adieux and went his way; and Mr. Dineen followed, and Jack and his father retired to their suite, and Silvette and Diana went to theirs. "Little sister," whispered Silvette, leaning over Diana’s pillow, where she lay, eyes closed; "are you any happier than you were this morning?" "Yes." "Very much?" "Very much." And that was all. Silvette looked down at the white face and closed eyes, sighed, and extinguished the night light. The eyes of happiness close only in sleep, or in the arms of the best beloved. Silvette’s excited heart began to sing with the first ray of the morning sun. Also she arose, dressed, and breakfasted with her equally reckless affianced, which showed that theirs was a hopeless case, and a recent one. Dineen came and took Rivett away. Diana tasted a grape fruit in bed, and lay thinking until noon brought luncheon and her maid pro tem. Jack and Silvette, unable to persuade her, drifted off somewhere into the sparkling confusion of the metropolis, promising to return and take her for a drive through the Park. About five o’clock she summoned her maid.