start of the speaking was to Ruth only a happy interruption postponing the problem of explanations to "Aunt Emilie"; but the next minute Ruth had forgotten all about that small matter. Gerry Hull, from his place on the platform, was looking for her.
The French officer, having been introduced, had commenced to address his audience in emphatic, exalted English; the others upon the platform had sat down. Gerry Hull's glance, which had been going about the room studying the people present, had steadied to the look of a search for some special one; his eyes found Ruth and rested. She was that special one. He looked away soon; but his eyes had ceased to search and again, when Ruth glanced directly at him, she found him observing her.
She leaned forward a little and tried not to look toward him or to think about him too much; but that was hard to do. She had recognized that, when Hubert Lennon had summoned Gerry Hull out to the conservatory, something had been troubling him and he had been on the brink of a decision. He had met her during the moments when he must decide and, in a way, he had referred the decision to her. "They're going to make me say something here this afternoon; and this time I'm going to say exactly, what I think. Wouldn't you?"
She had told him that she would, without knowing at all what it was about. Now it seemed to her that, as his time for speaking approached, he was finding his determination more difficult.
The French officer was making an extravagant address, praising everyone here and all Americans for coming into the war to save France and civilization; he was com-
