“She’s terrible homely for one thing, and I think looking at herself in the mirror has soured her disposition. She wears her hair short, and at first I thought it was toifide fever. You should seen her glare at me when I ast. You better run right down; I’ll finish unpacking for you. You look too sweet; clothes ain’t everything.” With which doubtful compliment ringing in her ears, Ruth passed out, but instead of “running right down” she knocked at Gloria’s door. She had the feeling that if they were to walk down and meet Professor Pendragon face to face she wanted to be with Gloria. She had a vague fear that Gloria might faint, and she wanted to be there to bear her up. Gloria was herself all ready for descent, but she had changed her travelling costume for a charming frock. Hunger had doubtless prompted speed and a theatrical woman’s facility had aided her. She looked stunning, Ruth thought, and her heart swelled with pride at the thought that at least her Gloria was looking her very best for the encounter. “Afraid to go down alone?” Gloria asked. “You needn’t be; you’re looking ducky. I hope she has a millionaire for you to meet, but no such luck. That would spoil ‘our Bohemian circle.’”. She mimicked Angela’s gurgling voice perfectly. “I dare say those hungry brutes of men are waiting now—if they have the grace to wait, which I doubt; I could eat almost anything myself.” Angela, having done her conventional duty by not meeting them at the door, now yielded to her emotions and ran halfway up the stairs to meet them, hurling herself into Gloria’s arms and even kissing Ruth on the cheek to make her feel that she was welcome and really belonged. “Come on, we’re having breakfast in the sun parlour; it’s the loveliest room in the house. Every one is waiting. I’ve only two other guests, and I didn’t tell them who was coming. You’ll be such a welcome surprise,” she gurgled. “We will, indeed,” thought Ruth. “This is the library,” she waved her hand at an enormous room with gloomy furniture, the door of which was open. “Cosy little place, don’t you think? But here—”