It was a creamfaced boy with a snub nose. Nan watched a tense, adoring look come into his eyes as he put the plate within the Worthington girl's reach. That's how she does it. The boy left the room hurriedly, flushing as if her smile stung. With languid fingers she crumpled the telegram. "You must excuse me," she said. "Isn't it wretched being in a hotel this way? They never give you any peace ... Did you ever study music in Paris, Miss Taylor?" "No, only in Boston." "I was wondering if they were as stupid over there about it as they are here. Isn't it hopeless?" She laughed happily, cuddling into the corner of the sofa and taking little bites out of a cream cornucopia. "Still, we'll see what turns up." "Who are you studying with?" "O, that's the great question ... It's really more difficult than getting married. I have to look them over and they have to look me over." Nan began to put on her gloves. "Must you go?" "I'm afraid so." "Then so must I," said Fitzie hastily. "It's been just lovely to see you, Mabel dear." "I was hoping Van Troppfer would get in before you left.... He'll be disappointed not seeing you." The Worthington girl went with them to the door. As they turned the corner of the red-carpeted hall Nan had a glimpse of her smiling at them from the half open door, tall and dark against a streak of light. They walked down the stairs and out on the street in silence. Then Fitzie turned suddenly to Nan and said: "Isn't she just wonderful?... Now you must tell me what you think of her. O, she's the girl who'll have a career." "I suppose her vulgarity was to be expected. She wears her clothes beautifully, doesn't she?" "Well, she always did do that. Everybody admitted her to be the best dressed girl in the orchestra." "I wonder where she learned it?" "I believe she came of a good family in reduced circumstances; that's all there is about it." "Well, Fitzie, I'm going home. If I don't see you again before you go, here's wishing you all the luck in the world." Nan leant and kissed Fitzie on the cheek. "You will write, won't you, dearie? I'll let you know the addresses." "Of course, I will."