“Now go,” she said, pushing him away from her. “Be good to Scuddy,” he replied as he turned from her and hurried away. He broke into a run, fearing to be late, and by the time he arrived at the Allens' door he had forgotten all about Helen Brookes and was thinking only of Jane and of what he wanted to say to her. At the inner door he met Macleod and Ethel coming out. “Jane's gone,” said Ethel, “some time ago.” “Gone?” said Larry. “Yes, Scuddy took her home.” “Are they all gone?” inquired Larry. “Yes, for the most part.” “Oh, all right then; I think I shall not go in. Good-night,” he said, turned abruptly about and set off for Dr. Brown's. He looked again at his watch. He was surprised to find it was not so very late. Why had Jane not waited for him? Had he hurt her again? He was sorely disappointed. Surely she had no reason to be offended, and this was his last night. As he thought the matter over he came to the conclusion that now it was he that had a grievance. Arrived at Dr. Brown's house the only light to be seen was in Jane's room upstairs. Should he go in or should he go home and wait till to-morrow. He was too miserable to think of going home without seeing her. He determined that he must see her at all cost to-night. He took a pebble and flung it up against her window, and another and another. The window opened and Jane appeared. “Oh, Larry,” she whispered. “Is it you? Wait, I shall be down.” She opened the door for him and stood waiting for him to speak. “Why didn't you wait?” he asked, passing into the hall. “I was not very long.” “Why should I wait, Larry?” she said quietly. “Scuddy told me you had gone home with Helen.” “But didn't I promise that I would take you home?” “You did, and then went away.” “Well, all I have to say, Jane, is that this is not a bit like you. I am sorry I brought you down, and I won't keep you any longer. Good-night. I shall see you tomorrow.” But Jane got between him and the door and stood with her back to it. “No, Larry, you are not going away like that. Go into the study.” Larry looked at her in astonishment. This was indeed a new Jane to him. Wrathful, imperious, she stood waving him toward the study door. In spite of his irritation he was conscious of a new admiration for her. Feeling a little like a boy about to receive his punishment, he passed into the study. “Didn't Mrs. Allen give you my message?” he said. “Your message, Larry?” cried Jane, a light breaking upon her face. “Did you leave a message for me?” “I did. I told Mrs. Allen to tell you where I had gone--Helen was so anxious to go--and that I would be right back.” Larry's voice was full of reproach. “Oh, Larry, I am so glad,” said Jane, her tone indicating the greatness of her relief. “I knew it was all right--that something had prevented. I am so glad you came in. You must have thought me queer.” “No,” said Larry, appeased, “I knew all the time there must be some explanation, only I was feeling so miserable.”