“Oh, it's to be this evening, is it?” “To the best of my belief and hope.” His complacency struck a spark from her. “You needn't be so cock sure. I daresay she won't have you.” His smile took her into his confidence. “That's what I'm afraid of myself, but I daren't let her see it.” “That sounds better.” “I think she wants to eat her cake and have it, too.” “Meaning, please?” “That she likes me, but would rather hold me off a while.” Alice nodded. “Yes, that would be like Val.” “Meanwhile I don't know whether I'm to be a happy man or not.” Her fine eyes looked in their direct fashion right into his. “I must say you appear greatly worried.” “Yes,” he smiled. “You must be tremendously in love with her.” “Ye-es, thank you.” “Why are you going to marry her then--if she'll let you?” “Now I'm having Joe Powers' railroads and his steamboats and his mines thrown at me, am I not?” he asked lightly. “No, I don't think that meanly of you. I know you're a victim of ambition, but I don't suppose it would take you that far.” He gave her an ironical bow. “Thanks for this testimonial of respect. You're right. It wouldn't. I'm going to marry Joe Power's daughter, _Deo volente_ because she is the most interesting woman I know and the most beautiful one.” “Oh! That's the reason.” “These, plus a sentimental one which I can't uncover to the cynical eyes of my young cousin that is to be, are my motives; though, mind you, I'm not fool enough to be impervious to the railroads and the ocean liners and the mines you didn't mention. I hope my reasons satisfy you,” he added coolly. “If they satisfy Val they do me, but very likely you'll find they won't.” “The doubt adds a fillip to the situation.” Her eyes had gone from time to time out of the window. Now she gave a sigh of relief. “Here we are at the hospital. Oh, I do hope that poor man is all right!” “I'm sure he is. He was recovering consciousness when they left. James helped her out of the cab and they went together up the steps. In the hall they met Jeff. He had just come down stairs. “Everything's all right. His head must have struck the asphalt, but there seems to be no danger.” Alice noticed that the newspaper man spoke to his cousin and not to her. Part 2 Though Valencia Van Tyle had not made up her mind to get married, James hit the mark when he guessed that she was interesting herself in the accessories that would go with such an event. The position she took in the matter was characteristic. She had gone the length of taking expert counsel with her New York modiste concerning gowns for the occasion, without having at all decided that she would exchange her present independence for another venture into stormy matrimonial seas. “Perhaps I shatn't have to make up my mind at all,” she found amusement in chuckling to herself. “What a saving of trouble it would be if he would abduct me in his car. I could always blame him then if it did not turn out well.”