"Why get into something that'll only hurt you both? Suppose things turn out all right. He'll spend every cent he'll make in a few months. Now listen, Louise. You're not made for life in a flat; neither is he. It would be a miserable disaster. I'm sorry," he said, seeing her eyes fill. "But what I say is true. You've got a career, a brilliant career with money and fame ahead; don't spoil your chances and don't spoil his." "What do you mean?" she said, flaring up. "Then there is some one else! I knew it! That's where he's going this afternoon!" "There is no one else," he said, lying outrageously. "I've warned you. I've told you the real situation. That's all." "Let's go back," she said abruptly, and she went in silence as far as the house, where she turned on him. "I don't believe what you've told me. I know he is not poor or a beggar as you say. Would he be going around with the crowd he does? No!" With an upspurt of rage of which he had not believed her capable, she added: "Now I warn you. What we do is our affair. Don't butt in or there'll be trouble!" On the return, doubtless for several reasons, she elected to send her mother in front, and to keep Bojo company on the back seat, where as though regretting her one revealing flash of temper, she sought to be as gracious and entertaining as possible. Despite a last whispered appeal accompanied by a soft pressure of the arm and a troubled glance of the eyes, no sooner had they deposited mother and daughter than Bojo broke out: "Fred, what in the name of heaven possessed you to put Louise Varney's money in a speculation? How many others have you told?" "Only a few--very few." "But, Fred, think of the responsibility! Now look here, straight from the shoulder--do you know what's going to happen? Before you know it, you're going to wake up and find yourself married to Louise Varney!" "Don't jump on me, Bojo," said Fred, miserably. "I'm scared to death myself." "But, Fred, you can't do such a thing. Louise is pretty--attractive enough--I'll admit it--and straight; but the mother, Fred--you can't do it, you'll just drop out. It'll be the end of you. Man, can't you see it? I thought you prided yourself on being a man of the world. Look at your friends. There's Gladys Stone--crazy about you. You know it. Are you going to throw all that away!" "If I was sure of a hundred thousand dollars I believe I'd marry Louise to-morrow!" said Fred with a long breath. "Call me crazy--I am crazy--a raving, tearing fool, but that doesn't help. Lord, nothing helps!" "Fred, answer me one question. We all thought, the night of the ball, you and Gladys Stone had come to an understanding. Is that true?" Fred turned his head and groaned. "I'm a cad, a horrible, beastly little cad!" "Good Lord, is it as bad as that!" said Bojo. "But, Fred, old boy, how did it happen? How did you ever get in so deep!"