cisely—women. May I smoke again?" Clement Yule abruptly asked.
"Certainly. But I managed Mr. Prodmore," she laughed as he re-lighted, "without cigarettes."
Her companion puffed. "I couldn't manage him."
"So I saw!"
"I couldn't get him out."
"So he saw!"
Captain Yule, for a little, lost himself in his smoke. "Where is he gone?"
"I haven't the least idea. But I meet him again," she hastened to add—"very soon."
"And when do you meet me?"
"Why, whenever you'll come to see me." For the twentieth time she gathered herself as if the words she had just spoken were quite her last hand. "At present, you see, I have a train to catch."
Absorbed in the trivial act that engaged him, he gave her no help. "A train?"
"Surely. I didn't walk."
"No; but even trains———!" His eyes clung to her now. "You fly?"
"I try to. Good-bye."
He had got between her and the door of de-
