"Why, I had no idea it was this time. I've been here all night, haven't I? You see, after I got in I was afraid to go out without explaining." "What do you mean by saying you wanted to 'help'?" Miss Demorest repeated, curiously. "You've helped to break my lease--I'll be thrown out of this house sure." Pope stammered, guiltily, "I was playing for Bob and Lorelei." With one glove half off Adoree slowly seated herself, showing in her face an amazement that increased the man's embarrassment. "I knew it was a serious matter," he explained, "and, being terribly fond of Bob and Lorelei, I naturally wanted to do what I could." "Yes, go on." Pope took a deeper breath, then burst out: "Oh, I have a sixty-horse-power imagination, and it seems to me that music is a sort of--prayer; anyhow it's the only way I know of praying. Good music is divine language; it's what the angels speak, if there are any angels. Sometimes it seems to me that I can soar heavenward on the wings of--of melody and get close enough to make myself heard. In my own way I was sort of praying for those two children. Foolish, isn't it? I'm sorry I told you. It sounds nutty to me when I stop to consider it." Pope stirred uneasily under Adoree's gravely speculative eyes. "Lorelei's all right?" Adoree nodded. "It's a boy." There was a moment of silence. "Did you ever see a brand-new baby?" "Lord, no!" Miss Demorest's gaze remained bent upon Pope, but it was focused upon great distances; her voice when she spoke was hushed and awe-stricken. "Neither did I until this one. I held it! I held it in my arms. Oh--I was frightened, and yet I seemed to know just what to do and--and everything. It was strange. It hurt me terribly, for, you see, I didn't know what babies meant until to-night. Now I know." Pope saw the shining eyes suddenly fill and threaten to overflow; instead of the grotesquely overdressed and artificial stage favorite he beheld only a yearning woman whose face was softened and glorified as by a vision. "Poor Lorelei!" he murmured, at a loss for words. "Poor Lorelei?" Adoree's lips twisted mirthlessly. "Of course you don't understand. How could you? Why, it's her baby. She's a mother. I can hold it once in a while; she can hold it always." "I didn't know you cared for children--" Adoree shrugged; the beads at her throat clicked barbarously. "Neither did I, but I suppose every woman does if she only knew it. To-night I began to understand what this ache inside of me means." Her gaze came back and centered upon his face, but it was frightened and panic-stricken now. "I've sacrificed my right to children." "How can you say--"