Mr. Dalken tried to explain that a slight shock had occasioned the hysteria, and then Mr. Ashby ran for the jug of icewater on the small stand by the door. Eleanor was liberally soaked with water before she could control her nerves, but once she could gasp again, she cried, "Oh, Mr. Ashby! make our two dear friends patch up their quarrel! I shall have another fit unless they shake hands right before my face and promise never again to act like children!" As the logic of this accusation seemed apparent to all present, Mr. Dalken smiled graciously upon Mrs. Courtney and she held out her hand without further animosity. Then Mr. Ashby had to hear the story of the accident. As it was concluded he laughed heartily and said, "When I came in, just now, I saw two chauffeurs sitting on the running board of Dalky's car, smoking cigarettes and laughing together as if they were twin brothers. No sign of disagreement _there_." "Oh the wretches! And in the station house they called each other all sorts of bad names and swore to do away with each other the moment they found an opportunity," complained Mrs. Courtney. The others laughed at her pathetic voice, and Mr. Dalken said, "When they discovered they were both Swedes they decided they had best combine their forces against the common enemy-employer." Now that reconciliation had been brought about between these two good friends, Eleanor wondered what next to do to further the match she had determined to bring about. She looked at Polly for inspiration, but Polly seemed to lack any initiative. "Well, girls! Now that you have agreed to remain yet a little longer on this earth with us, I shall have to be saying good-by," declared Mr. Dalken, bowing before Mrs. Courtney in his most dignified manner. "Oh, no, Dalky! Wait just a minute!" cried Eleanor. Then turning to Polly for help, she added, "We want Mrs. Courtney and you to come and dine with us, some evening, this week. Not at Mr. Fabian's, you know, but at a nice quaint little place we know of." This was news to Polly, but she waited to hear more before she spoke. Mr. Dalken laughed and waited for Mrs. Courtney to speak. "What is this? Do you need a chaperone for an evening?" said she, trying to fathom Eleanor's thoughts. "No, no! But you see, Mr. Ashby always takes his important clients to a famous restaurant for dinner, so we have to do the same. You two are our first big customers, and I want to do the business up as it should be done." Every one laughed at Eleanor. "Under the circumstances, I think I should be the host and you three ladies my guests," suggested Mr. Dalken. "Well--anyway you say, Dalky, just so long as we get together for an evening," sighed Eleanor, as if relieved at the change of plans. This called forth another, heartier, laugh at her expense.