"Surely it cannot be Willard Frost?"
"S—h—! he will hear you," warned the husband.
"Then it is he."
"I shouldn't wonder, though I do not see what brings him here."
"He must have been invited; brazen as he is, he never would have intruded here unasked," she guessed.
"Now, since you speak of it, I did meet him at the Club last night, with Marrion."
"And you invited him here?" Anger and sorrow were blended in the voice of Cherokee as she asked the question.
"I don't think I did, though something was said about his calling. The fact is, I had been taking a little too much—too much"
"Chloral. Yes I understand now, but how could you be friendly with him after the way he had treated me."
There was reproach in her tones, that told more strongly than her words, of suppressed indignation. Robert noticed it and was visibly embarrassed.
"You forget he gave us a thousand dollar wedding present. He is really a good fellow when you come to know him thoroughly; besides, he is one of the most successful artists in New York,
