"She looks like her mother," said Frank. "Only she'll never be quite as beautiful as Helen was." "'Whose beauty launched a thousand ships'!" Enoch exclaimed, smiling at Diana. "My boyish memoir of Mrs. Allen is that she was dark." "She was darker than Diana, and not so tall. Just as high as my breast; a fine mind in a lovely body!" Frank sighed deeply and stared at the fire. Enoch, lying back in the great arm-chair, watched Diana with thoughtful, wistful eyes, until Frank roused himself, saying abruptly, "And now once more for the questions. Enoch, what started you in politics?" "Well," replied Enoch, "that's a large order, but I'll try to tell the story." He began the tale, but was so constantly interrupted by Frank's questions that luncheon was announced by Na-che, just as he finished. After luncheon they returned again to the fire, and Frank, urged on by Enoch, told the story of his early days at the Canyon. Perhaps Frank guessed that Enoch and Diana were in no mood for speech themselves, for he talked on and on, interrupted only by Enoch's laughter, or quick word of sympathy. Diana, her hands clasped loosely in her lap, watched the fire or stared at the snow drifts that the wind was piling against the window. It seemed to Enoch that the shadows about her great eyes were deepening as the hours went on. Suddenly Frank looked at his watch. "Four o'clock! I must go out to the corral. Want to come along, Enoch?" "I think not, Frank. I'll sit here with Diana, if you don't mind." "I can stand it, if Diana can," chuckled Frank, and a moment later a door slammed after him. Enoch turned at once to Diana. "Are you happy, dear?" "Happy and unhappy; unbearably so!" replied Diana. "Don't forget for a moment," said Enoch quickly, "that we have two whole days after to-day." "I don't," Diana smiled a little uncertainly. "Enoch, I wonder if you know how well you look! You are so tanned and so clear-eyed! I'm going to be jealous of the women at every dinner party I imagine you attending!" Enoch laughed. "Diana, my reputation as a woman hater is going to be increased every year. See if it's not!" The telephone rang and Diana answered the call. "Yes! Yes, Jonas is here, Fred Jonas--I'll take the message." There was a pause, then Diana said steadily, "See if I repeat correctly. Tell the Boss the President wishes him to take first train East, making all possible speed. Wire at once date of arrival. Signed Abbott." Diana hung up the receiver and turned to Enoch, who had risen and was standing beside her. "Orders, eh, Enoch?" she said, trying to smile with white lips. Enoch did not answer. He stood staring at the girl's quivering mouth, while his own lips stiffened. Then he said quietly: "Will you tell me where I can find Jonas, Diana?" "He's in the kitchen with Na-che. I'll go bring him in." "No, stay here, Diana, sweetheart. Your face tells too much. I'll be back in a moment."