e me," said Nick, with her
American accent. Then through her tears: "How's Tommy, and how's Musa, and
how's--how's my studio? Oh! This is Miss Susan Foley, sister of Jane Foley.
Jane will be here for tea. Susan--Miss Ingate and Mrs. Moncreiff."

Susan gave a grim bob.

"Is Jane Foley coming? Does she live here?" asked Miss Ingate, properly
impressed by the name of her who was the St. George of Suffragism, and
perhaps the most efficient of all militants. "Audrey, we are in luck!"

When Nick had gathered items of information about Paris, she burst out:

"I can't believe I've only met you once before. You're just like old
friends."

"So we are old friends," said Audrey. "Your letters to Winnie have made us
old friends."

"And when did you come over?"

"Last night," Miss Ingate replied. "We should have called this morning to
see you, but Mrs. Moncreiff had so much business to do and people to see. I
don't know what it all was. She's very mysterious."

As a fact, Audrey had had an interview with Mr. Foulger, who, with
laudable obedience, had come up to town from Chelmsford in response to a
telegram. Miss Ingate was aware of this, but she was not aware of other and
more recondite interviews which Audrey had accomplished.

"And how did this happen?" eagerly inquired Miss Ingate, at last, pointing
to the bandaged arm.

Nick's face showed discomfort.

"Please don't let us talk about that," said Nick. "It was a policeman. I
don't think he meant it. I had chained myself to the railings of St.
Margaret's Church."

Susan Foley put in laconically:

"She's not to be worried. I hope ye'll stay for tea. We shall have tea at
five sharp. Janey'll be in."

"Can't they sleep here, Susan?" Nick whimpered.

"Of course they can, and welcome," said Susan. "There's more empty beds in
this barracks than they could sleep in if they slept all day and all
night."

"But we're staying at an hotel. We can't possibly put you to all this
trouble," Audrey protested.

"No trouble. It's my business. It's what I'm here for," said Susan Foley.
"I'd sooner have it than mill work any day o' the week."

"You're just going to be very mean if you don't stay here," Nick faltered.
Tears stood in her eyes again. "You don't know how I feel." She murmured
something about Betty Burke's doings.

"We will stay! We will stay!" Miss Ingate agreed hastily. And, unperceived
by Nick, she gave Audrey a glance in which irony and tenderness were
mingled.