I, who know how hideously true this is, tried to show these women _why_ it is true, especially Penelope, whose eyes were burning dangerously, but they were not interested in my moralizing. "Let us eat, drink and be merry, for tomorrow we die," mocked Margaret G----, emptying her glass, and Roberta joined her, while Penelope hesitated. "Wait! For God's sake, wait!" I caught the poor child's arm and the wine spilled over the carpet. Never shall I forget the look in her eyes as she drew back her head and faced me. I realized that the powers of evil were striving again for the soul of Penelope Wells. Poor, tortured child! "Why shouldn't we eat, drink and be merry?" she demanded boldly, and I was silent. How could I explain to this dear, misguided one that, even as those rollicking words were spoken, I felt the clutch of a cold foreboding that I know only too well. _For tomorrow we die!_ The Russian singer presently withdrew as if she were annoyed at something, saying to Roberta that she would see her later. It seems they had arranged that Roberta should pass the night in Margaret G----'s apartment so that Penelope might have the large bedroom. It was now after two o'clock and I suggested that we all needed sleep, my thought being for Penelope; but she was aggressively awake, and Roberta, as if bent on further excitement, started a new subject that came like a challenge to me. She began innocently enough by putting her arm around Penelope, as she sat on the bedside between the draped curtains--I never saw her so beautiful--and saying sweetly: "You don't know how terribly I'm going to miss you, Pen, when you get married." Married! That word, so full of exquisite sentiment, seemed to stir only what was evil in Penelope. Her face hardened, her eyes narrowed cynically. "Good old Bobby! I'm not so sure that I shall marry at all. I'm a little fed up with this holy matrimony stuff. Perhaps I want my freedom just as much as you do." For a moment I caught her steady defiant gaze, then her eyes dropped and shifted. I knew that Penelope was gone. After this outburst the _other one_ was restrained enough for a time and did not betray herself by violent utterances. Apparently she was listening attentively to Roberta Vallis' views about life and love and the destiny of woman, these views being as extreme and selfish as the most wayward nature could demand.