She saw Nick's car draw to the curb; as he emerged she waved from the window and skipped into the hall. She caught up her wrap and bounded out to meet him just ascending the steps. "Let's go!" she greeted him. She cast an apprehensive glance at his features, but there was nothing disturbing about him. He gave her a diffident smile, the shy, gentle smile that had taken her in that first moment of meeting. This was certainly no one but her own Nick, with no trace of the unsettling personality of their last encounter. He helped her into the car, seating himself at her side. He leaned over her, kissing her very tenderly; suddenly she was clinging to him, her face against the thrilling warmth of his cheek. "Nick!" she murmured. "Nick! You're just safely you, aren't you? I've been imagining things that I knew couldn't be so!" He slipped his arm caressingly about her, and the pressure of it was like the security of encircling battlements. The world was outside the circle of his arms; she was within, safe, inviolable. It was some moments before she stirred, lifting her pert face with tear-bright eyes from the obscurity of his shoulder. "So!" she exclaimed, patting the black glow of her hair into composure. "I feel better, Nick, and I hope you didn't mind." "Mind!" he ejaculated. "If you mean that as a joke, Honey, it's far too subtle for me." "Well, I didn't think you'd mind," said Pat demurely, settling herself beside him. "Let's be moving, then; Dr. Carl is nearly popping his eyes out in the window there." The car hummed into motion; she waved a derisive arm at the Doctor's window by way of indicating her knowledge of his surveillance. "Ought to teach him a lesson some time," she thought. "One of these fine evenings I'll give him a real shock." "Where'll we go?" queried Nick, veering skilfully into the swift traffic of Sheridan Road. "Anywhere!" she said blithely. "Who cares as long as we go together?" "Dancing?" "Why not? Know a good place?" "No." He frowned in thought. "I haven't indulged much." "The Picador?" she suggested. "The music's good, and it's not too expensive. But it's 'most across town, and besides, Saturday nights we'd be sure to run into some of the crowd." "What of it?" "I want to dance with you, Nick--all evening. I want to be without distractions." "Pat, dear! I could kiss you for that." "You will," she murmured softly. They moved aimlessly south with the traffic, pausing momentarily at the light-controlled intersections, then whirring again to rapid motion. The girl leaned against his arm silently, contentedly; block after block dropped behind. "Why so pensive, Honey?" he asked after an interval. "I've never known you so quiet before." "I'm enjoying my happiness, Nick." "Aren't you usually happy?"