Glad for the respite of at least twenty-four hours, Jane, as they talked, watched his face, his expression, his eyes. Regardless of the things she believed about him, he impressed her as honest and sincere. Certainly there was no mistaking the fact that his liking for her and his delight in her society were wholly genuine. Her heart warned her that it was his intention to press their new-formed acquaintance into close intimacy. Was he, she wondered, like herself, pretending friendship merely to unmask secrets for his government? No, she could not, she would not believe it. She felt sure that his admiration was unfeigned. Something told her that quickly his ardor and determination might lead her into embarrassing circumstances. He might even ask her to marry him. For a moment she was overcome with timidity and tempted to stop short on her new career, but there came to her the thought of the brave Americans in the trenches, of the soldiers at sea, of the brutal, lurking U-boats, and sternly she put aside all personal considerations. “You spoke of going out of town,” she said when the subject of the matinée had been disposed of. “Don’t you find train travel rather disagreeable these days?” “Fortunately I’m motoring.” “That will be nice, if you don’t have to travel too far.” “It is quite a distance for one day, but I am used to it. I make the trip often.” Feeling that at least she had learned something, Jane rose to go. She knew that both the Hoffs would be out of the way to-morrow. The inference from his last remark was that they were going to the same place they had gone on previous Wednesdays. That was something to report to Mr. Fleck. “My car is outside,” she said as they rose. “Can’t I take you home?” “Sorry,” said her host, “but I am dining here to-night. Lieutenant Kramer is to join me.” “Remember me to him,” she said as he escorted her to the automobile, driven by Dean. A block away from the hotel she tapped on the glass, and as Dean brought the car to a stop she climbed into the seat beside him. Only a week ago she would have criticized any girl who rode beside the chauffeur. In fact she had spoken disapprovingly of a girl in her own set who made a habit of doing it, but now she never gave it a thought. Many things in her life seemed to have assumed new aspects and values since she had entered on a career of useful activity. In her was rapidly developing something of her father’s ability and directness. As she wanted to talk confidentially with Dean, she went the easiest way about it, entirely regardless of appearances. “Apparently you carried it off well,” he commented. “I hope so,” she answered, coloring a little. “They’re making their usual Wednesday motor trip.” “He did not tell you their destination?” “No, but Lieutenant Kramer is dining with him to-night at the Biltmore.” “Fine. Those things the Chief can take care of. That leaves the way clear for us to-morrow afternoon.”