And Sally Winthrop had given him, in her own life, a new point of view on woman. He understood that she had never married because she had never happened to fall in love. She had always been too busy. But if ever she did fall in love, what a partner she would make! Partner--that was the word. "It's in you to get everything in the world you want," she had said last night, when she was leaving him. So it was. He gulped down the rest of his coffee and glanced at his watch. It was shortly after one. He must stay down here another half-hour--stay around these streets where he had walked with her and where she had made him see straight--until he had just time to meet Frances. He went out and walked past the office of Carter, Rand & Seagraves, and then walked to the Elevated station where she took the train at night for home. The sight of the steps up which they had climbed together made him almost homesick. He wished to Heaven that she had postponed her vacation another day. If only he could see her a few minutes right now, he would be absolutely sure of himself. It was after two when he reached the house, but Frances was not ready. She was never quite ready. "I'll wait outside," he told the maid. The maid raised her brows a trifle, but answered civilly:-- "Very well, sir." As he walked back and forth the Stuyvesant machine also drew up before the door and waited. He viewed it with suspicion. He could not say what he had to say in that. She must be afoot, as Sally Winthrop always was. He was making his turn at the end of the street when she came down the steps and before he could reach her stepped into the machine. "I have several little things to do after we've had our walk," she explained to Don, as he came up. She made room for him by her side. Because he did not wish to argue before the chauffeur, he took his allotted place; but he himself gave the order to the driver:-- "Central Park." Then he turned to her. "When we get there we must get out and walk." "Very well, Don," she submitted; "but I think we'd be much more comfortable right here." She regarded him anxiously. "Is anything worrying you, Don?" "Only you," he answered. "I?" she exclaimed. "If it's because of Jimmy Schuyler, you needn't worry any more. He was very nice at first, but later--well, he was too nice. You see, he forgot I was engaged." "The little cad!" exclaimed Don. "You mustn't blame him too much. He just forgot. And now he is very attentive to Dolly." "She allows it?" "I think she rather likes him. She has invited him up to camp. And, Don, dear, she wants you to come too. It would be very nice if we could all go. Can't you manage it?" "It doesn't appeal to me just now," he answered. The machine had swung into the park. He ordered the chauffeur to stop. "Come," he said to Frances.