"No. I think I can tell, though, from whom you might get the address--Helen Tower. I heard your son talking to her last night about the girl. He was wanting to know whether Helen could put him in the way of placing her on the stage." "What! Is she one of those scheming chorus-girls?" "It appears so." "But has he had the effrontery to mention her in this way to other ladies? It is rather amusing! Why, it used to be said that Helen Tower was his _belle amie_." "All the more reason, perhaps, why she may be willing to give you the address, if she knows it." "I'll see her this very afternoon." "Then I must leave you at leisure now," said Meiklejohn sympathetically. An hour later Mrs. Carshaw was with Helen Tower, and the name of Winifred Bartlett arose between them. "But he did not give me her address," said Mrs. Tower. "Do you want it pressingly?" "Why, yes. Have you not heard that there is a question of marriage?" "Good gracious! Marriage?" The two women laid their heads nearer together, enjoying the awfulness of the thing, though one was a mother and the other was pricked with jealousy in some secret part of her nature. "Yes--marriage!" repeated the mother. Such an enormity was dreadful. "It sounds too far-fetched! What will you do?" "Senator Meiklejohn recommends me to approach the girl." "Well, perhaps that is the best. But how to get her address? Perhaps if I asked Rex he would tell it, without suspecting anything. On the other hand, he might take alarm." "Couldn't you say you had secured her a place on the stage, and make him send her to you, to test her voice, or something? And then you could send her on to me," said the elder woman. "Yes, that might be done," answered Helen Tower. "I'd like to see her, too. She must be extraordinarily pretty to capture Rex. Some of those common girls are, you know. It is a caprice of Providence. Anyway, I shall find her out, or have her here somehow within the next few days, and will let you know. First of all, I'll write Rex and ask him to come for bridge to-night." She did this, but without effect, for Carshaw was engaged elsewhere, having taken Winifred to a theater. However, Meiklejohn was again at the bridge party, and when he asked whether Mrs. Carshaw had paid a visit that afternoon, and the address of the girl had been given, Helen Tower answered: "I don't know it. I am now trying to find out." The Senator seemed to take thought. "I hate interfering," he said at last, "but I like young Carshaw, and have known his mother many a year. It's a pity he should throw himself away on some chit of a girl, merely because she has a fetching pair of eyes or a slim ankle, or Heaven alone knows what else it is that first turns a young man's mind to a young woman. I happen to have heard, however, that Winifred Bartlett lives in a boarding-house kept by Miss Goodman in East Twenty-seventh Street. Now, my name must not--" Helen Tower laughed in that dry way which often annoyed him.