Came an evening when he took her to dinner, as he had done quite regularly for some time. Dorinda leaning across the table said softly, tears in her voice, “Carl, I have wanted to talk to you of this for a long time. You know that I have taken friends to my room in the evening. I should not have done it, but I did not know better. I was wrong, but I did no wrong,” and taking his hand in hers, she pleaded, “Tell me that you believe me,” and when he assured her of his belief, Dorinda pressed his hand, and with a trembling voice whispered, “Thank you, Carl. I feel much better.” She was relieved, but not Carl. He made her promise that she would not be so foolish in the future. And to all appearances she kept her promise. Returning from a short business trip, however, Carl heard voices overhead until well into the morning. The following day he reminded Dorinda of her promise, but in a huff she left him without a word of explanation. For some time they saw nothing of each other. But one evening she came to his door with an apology on her lips. And Carl, fool-like, accepted the apology. Immediately she launched into a recital of intimacy, concerning the trouble a supposed girl friend had gotten in. Carl listened quite attentively it is true, but while listening put two and two together. But if it had not been for a few remarks between the girl and the landlady, overheard by him on his way to business, he never would have known the truth. He realized then his narrow escape. Suppose he had asked her to marry him, as he had contemplated for so long a time? Now, Sana had crossed his path. But Sana, he knew and rightly so, was not Dorinda. He waited until she had stepped from behind the bushes that had hidden her while dressing, before he made his presence known. “Good morning, Miss Sana.” “Oh, how do you do, Mr. Lohman. What brings you here--and so early?” “Just taking a morning stroll to better enjoy my pipe,” lying it is true, but he must not rush matters. “It is rather a pleasant surprise to find you here at the beach. We are generally alone here.” “We?” Carl said in astonishment. “Yes,” she retorted, with a laugh, pointing to her handsome white Arab that stood champing at its bit a few yards away. “Oh,” relieved of a million and one doubts. Sana made a move as if to go away, when Carl asked, “Are you in a hurry, or did I disturb you?” “No, not at all.” “Come, let us sit here on the grass awhile and talk.” Carl, looking at her closely, “Do you know, I have been thinking quite a great deal of you since last evening. In fact you caused me a sleepless night--although it was quite pleasant at that.” Sana looked straight into his beaming eyes. A smile played on her delicate lips. “Is that possible, with all your American girls--your alluring New York flappers?” “The New York girl? Oh, she is a cold proposition.”