Her eyes became so reproachful his heart smote him. "Oh, that's only a joke," he said quickly. "Lord knows the poverty was real enough--but it's over for good!" "For both of us," he would have liked to add, but did not quite dare. "Look!" he cried, drawing his hand out of his pocket with the great roll of yellow-backed bills. "My income for half an hour!" "Where did you get it?" she said aghast He laughed again. "Honest, I didn't steal it." "Please!" He told her at last. The story sounded strange in his own ears. When he came to the end he saw to his astonishment that there were tears in her eyes. "Why--why, what's the matter?" he cried. "I don't know," she said smiling through the rain. "Am I not silly? But I suppose it means change. And I hate changes!" "A change for the better, only. If you knew how I hated poverty!" Her eyes dropped. "I, too," that meant, but she did not care to tell him so, audibly. "If you knew how mean I felt every day when we went to that beanery together, and you had to pay for your own lunch!" "But what was the difference? We both work for our living." "A man feels differently. Why I never would ask you if I could come to see you in the evenings, because I couldn't take you out anywhere. I was afraid I couldn't keep my end up with your gang." "I haven't any gang," she murmured. "Well all that's ended now! Now there's no limit but the sky! And here we are. The lawyer guy told me this was the swellest place down-town." A fresh panic seized her. "I can't eat in a place like this! I'm not fit to be seen!" "Nonsense! You always look like a lady!" Circumstances were too strong for her. She found herself being wafted across the sidewalk, and was delivered into the hands of the maid in the lobby, before she could think of an effective resistance. Indeed they were seated at a snowy little board brightened by an electric candle, before she really got her breath. At Jack's elbow stood a post-graduate waiter with a deferential bend in his back, and at just the right distance an orchestra was discussing the _Meditation_ from _Thaïs_. A sigh escaped Kate, for after all she was a perfectly human girl. "Oh, this is heavenly!" Jack's eyes sparkled. "Good! I was wondering when you'd begin to let yourself go." He leaned forward. "You should worry! You're the prettiest girl here--and the best dressed!" Which was true--on both counts. There was no doubt about her prettiness; Heaven had attended to that. Eyes of the deepest blue with a glance steady and deep; an adorable little nose, and a mouth at once firm and most kissable. As for her clothes, it may be they were of cheap materials, but the taste that had chosen redeemed them. The hat, most important item, was of Kate's own manufacture, being copied from the window of a milliner whose name is a household word. "Don't be silly," said the wearer severely. "The waiter is waiting."