"Good! Then we can leave on Saturday, and on Sunday he can gallop over to Golden, and by that time she'll want awfully to see him and she'll be very sorry she flirted so outrageously with Don Homer. And next Fall we'll send them a wedding present, and they'll come to see us on their wedding journey,--she's a dear, sweet girl, Ned, and I like her,--and I'll explain to her why I--why I helped Mr. Conrad make things pleasant at the barbecue, and we'll have a jolly laugh over it. There he is now, Ned! Do go right along and begin your work, so we'll be sure to leave on Saturday." When Conrad bade the Castletons good-bye at the railway station at the end of the week, Francisquita said to him: "When you see that pretty Miss Bancroft again--" here she gave him a significant glance and then demurely lowered her eyes--"please tell her that I hope to see her again, and that if she ever comes to San Francisco she must let me know--you can give her our address. We'd be delighted, Ned and I, to help her have a good time. She's a dear, lovely girl and I'd really like to know her better." Curtis drove home, declaring to himself that Mrs. Ned was one of the most charming women he knew. He would ride over to Golden to-morrow afternoon and deliver her message. He lingered fondly over the image of Lucy's slender figure standing at the top of her veranda steps and smiling upon him a gay and gracious welcome, and a strong desire rose in his heart to know just how glad she really would be to see him. But the recollection of his plans for the ensuing week came crashing through his pleasant thoughts like a runaway horse through a flower garden. For a moment the purpose that held his life in thrall seemed strangely unworthy. But presently he jammed his hat down on his head and, with compressed lips, said savagely to himself: "No; the Delafield affair is my first love, and I'll stay with it." As he thought over his plans and hopes for the immediate future his heart grew hot again with the old indignation over all that ruin and struggle, and the old purpose regained its accustomed vigor. After a little, nevertheless, he decided that he would ride over to the Bancrofts' the next day and deliver Mrs. Castleton's message. It would do no harm for him to see Lucy occasionally, in the friendly way in which they had always met. CHAPTER XX NARROWING THE QUEST That evening, while they sat and smoked on the little porch, Curtis Conrad told Homer of his lifelong quest. It was the younger man's first knowledge of the motive that had been so potent in his brother's life. He listened in silence while his pipe went out, and sat quite still after the other ceased. "Well, Curt," he said at last, with a little tremor in his voice, "this yarn of yours knocks me silly. I can't say I'm pleased with it, at least at first view. It doesn't seem sensible."