He took the bills, smoothed them out flat, rolled back the rug to the edge of the table, laid the money under it, and carefully replaced the rug. "That's the place to put it," he observed, with calm satisfaction. "No one connected with a studio ever lifts a rug. Bangs and I used to throw our money under the furniture, and pick it up as we needed it; but others sometimes reached it first. This way is better. How lovely you look!" he added. As he spoke he comfortably seated himself on the other side of the reading-lamp, and moved the lamp to a point where it would not obstruct his view of her. She did look lovely. She had put on an evening gown, very simply made, but rich in the Oriental coloring she loved. She was like Louise in that. Laurie's thoughts swung to the latter's sick-room, and his brilliant young face grew somber. The girl lounging in the big chair observed the sudden change in his expression. She pushed a box of cigarettes toward him. "Smoke if you like," she said, indifferently. "All my friends do." He caught the phrase. Then she had friends! "Including Herbert Ransome Shaw?" he asked, as he lit a match. "Don't include him among my friends! But--he was here this afternoon." "He was!" In his rising interest Laurie nearly let the match go out. "What did he want?" "To warn me to have nothing to do with you." "I like his infernal cheek!" Laurie lit the cigarette and puffed at it savagely. Then, rising, he drew his chair forward and sat down facing her. "See here," he said quietly, "you'd better tell me the whole story. I can't help you much if I'm kept in the dark. But if you'll let me into things--And before I forget it," he interrupted himself to interject, "I want to bring a friend of mine to call on you. She will be a tower of strength. She's a Russian, and one of the best women I know." She listened with a slight smile. "What's her name?" "Miss Orleneff, Sonya Orleneff, a great pal of my sister's and an all-round good sort. I'd like to bring her in to-morrow afternoon. Will five be convenient?" "No." She spoke now with the curtness of the morning. "In no circumstances," she added, decisively. "But--why?" He was dazed. If ever a knight errant worked under greater difficulties than these, Laurie told himself, he'd like to know the poor chap's name. "I have no wish to meet Miss Orleneff." "But she's an ideal person for you to know, experienced, sympathetic, and understanding. She did a lot for my sister last year. I must tell you all about that sometime. She could do more for you--" "Mr. Devon!" The finality of her tone brought him up short. "We must understand each other." "I should like nothing better." He, too, was suddenly formal. "This morning you projected yourself into my life." "Literally," he cordially agreed. "I am grateful to you for what you did and what you wish to do. But I will not meet any more strangers. I will not meet Miss Orleneff, or any one else. Is that clear?"