"I--I’m late to-day," she said. "I ought to have been here this morning." "I’m glad you weren’t," said Dick, looking at her with glowing eyes. "I must hurry"---she tried to slip away. "I--must be going home, it’s getting late; you--you must let me go." She scarcely knew what she was saying; she spoke with averted face, her cheeks hot and flaming. He gazed at her steadily a moment; then he said: "Never mind. I’ll take you home in my machine. May I?" She looked at him in wonderment. What did he mean? Was he in earnest? "May I?" he pressed her hands for emphasis, and gazed into her eyes irresistibly. "Yes," she said, "if you’ll--let me--go now." Suddenly he kissed her on the lips; there was a rustle, a struggle, he kissed her again, then released her, left her trembling there in the hall, and bounded up the stairs. "Wait a minute!" he called. "I came home to get something. You’ll wait?" Gusta was dazed, her mind was in a whirl, she felt utterly powerless; but instinctively she slipped through the door and out on to the veranda. The air reassured and restored her. She felt that she should run away, and yet, there was Dick’s automobile in the driveway; she had never been in an automobile, and-- She thought of Charlie Peltzer--well, it would serve him right. And then, before she could decide, Dick was beside her. "Jump in," he said, glancing up and down the avenue, now dusky in the twilight. They went swiftly away in the automobile, but they did not go straight to Bolt Street--they took a long, roundabout course that ended, after all, too suddenly. The night was warm and Gusta was lifted above all her cares; she had a sensation as of flying through the soft air. Dick stopped the machine half a block from the house, and Gusta got out, excited from her swift, reckless ride. But, troubled as she was, she felt that she ought to thank Dick. He only laughed and said: "We’ll go again for a longer ride. What do you say to to-morrow night?" She hesitated, tried to decide against him, and before she could decide, consented. "Don’t forget," he said, "to-morrow evening." He leaned over and whispered to her. He was shoving a lever forward and the automobile was starting. "Don’t forget," he said, and then he was gone and Gusta stood looking at the vanishing lights of the machine. Just then Charlie Peltzer stepped out of the shadows. "So!" he said, looking angrily into her face. "So that’s it, is it? Oh--I saw you!" "Go away!" she said. He snatched at her, caught her by the wrist. "Go away, is it?" he exclaimed fiercely. "I’ve caught you this time!" "Let me alone!" "Yes, I will! Oh, yes, I’ll let you alone! And him, too; I’ll fix him!" "Let me go, I tell you!" she cried, trying to escape. "Let me go!" She succeeded presently in wrenching her wrist out of his grasp. "You hurt me!" She clasped the wrist he had almost crushed. "I hate you! I don’t want anything more to do with you!"