ngry, Phyllis. If you only knew how I have wanted you
in this awful place. Oh, I have wanted you."

She saw that he was white and still trembling.

"Have you, Barry?" she asked, gently. "Oh, you poor boy. I know you have
been through horrible things. No, Barry, don't. You awful man," for his
hands were moving toward her again. "You must remember where you are.
Look at all these people staring at us."

"People," he said, as if in a daze. "What difference do they make? Oh,
Phyllis, you are so wonderfully lovely. I can't believe it's you, but
it is, it is! I know your eyes. Are you glad to see me?" he asked shyly,
his hungry eyes upon her face.

"Oh, Barry," she whispered, the warm flush rising again in her cheeks,
"can't you see? Can't you see? But what am I thinking about? Come and
see mamma, and there's another dear friend and admirer of yours with
her."

"Who? Not Paula?"

"No, not Paula," she said, with a subtle change in her voice. "Come and
see!"

She took his arm and brought him back to a motor standing at the theatre
entrance.

"Oh, mamma, I have had such a race," she cried excitedly, "and I have
captured him. Barry, my mother."

Barry took the offered hand, and gazed earnestly into the sad brown eyes
that searched his in return.

"And here's your friend," said Phyllis.

"Hello, Pilot," said a voice from a dark corner of the car.

"What, Neil! Oh, you boy," he cried in an ecstasy, pushing both hands at
him. "You dear old boy. How is the arm, eh? all right?"

"Oh! doing awfully well," said Captain Neil. "And you?"

"Oh, never so well in all my life," cried Barry. "Yet, to think of it,
ten minutes ago, or when was it, I was in there a miserably homesick
creature, envious of all the happy people about me, and now--"

While he was speaking, his eyes were on Mrs. Vincent's face, but his
hand was holding fast to her daughter's arm. "Now it's a lovely old
town, and full of dear people."

"Where are you putting up?" asked Mrs. Vincent.

"The Cecil."

"Let us drive you there then," she said.

During the drive Barry sat silent for the most part, listening to
Phyllis talking excitedly and eagerly beside him, answering at random
the questions which came like rapid fire from them all, but planning
meanwhile how he should prolong these moments of bliss.

"How about supper?" he cried, as they arrived in the courtyard of the
hotel. "Come in. I want you to; you see I have so much to ask and so
much to te