It was empty, but a minute afterward he heard the rustle of a woman's dress, and turned as Una entered the room. She wore the dress she had worn at Lady Bell's, and Jack, who had not yet seen her in her "war paint"--as he would have described it--was startled; and Una, as she saw the look of surprise and rapt admiration, felt, like a true woman, a glow of satisfaction and pleasure. It was not that she was beautiful, but that he should think her so. "My darling," he murmured, holding her at arm's length; "what magic charm do you possess that enables you to grow more beautiful every time I see you? Or is it all a mistake, and are you another Una than the Una of Warden Forest?" Una put her hands on his shoulders trustfully, and turned her face up to him. "Tell me," she murmured, "which Una do you like best?" Jack thought a moment. "I love them both so well," he said, "that I can't decide." And he kissed her twice. "One is for the Una of the Forest, and one for the Una of the world," he said. She had only time to slip from his arms when Mrs. Davenant entered. "What do you say to punctuality, ma'am?" he exclaimed, triumphantly, as he gave her his arm and lead her into the dining-room. Jack was a favorite, for all his wickedness, wherever he went. It was no sooner known that he was to dine in the house, that the cook awoke to instant energy and enthusiasm. "Master Jack's a gentleman worth cooking a dinner for," she declared. "It's a waste of time to worry yourself for women folk; they don't know a good dinner from a bad one; but Master Jack--oh, that's a different thing! He knows what clear soup ought to be; and he shall have it right, too." Mrs. Davenant herself was surprised at the elaborate little dinner. "I wish you'd dine with us every day, my dear Jack," she said. Jack glanced demurely at Una, in time to catch the sparkle in her dark eyes. "I'm afraid you'd soon get tired of me," he said. "But, seriously, I should improve the cooking; not this day's, I mean, but the usual ones. You've got a treasure of a cook, ma'am." And, of course, this was carried down by Mary to the empress of the kitchen, and her majesty was rewarded for all her trouble. "What did I tell you?" she demanded. "Master Jack knows." Jack's appetite was always good, in love or out of it, and this evening would have been the happiest in his life but for certain twinges of conscience. What should he say to Leonard, the faithful friend, when he got home and was asked how he had parted from Una? However, he stifled conscience--it is always easy to do that at dinner time. "Will you have some more claret?" asked Mrs. Davenant, as she and Una prepared to leave him. "You can smoke a cigarette, if you like; but open the window afterward." "I won't have any more claret, and I won't smoke," said Jack. "I'll just finish this glass and come with you for a cup of tea."