stead of sending a subordinate,
he came himself to take the order. With wonderful promptness, considering
that Mr. Smith's thoughts had not been near the menu under his eyes,
several dishes were chosen and a wine selected.

"Madame is glad now that I persuaded her not to go?" the waiter could not
resist, and Annesley replied that she was glad. As the man turned away,
"Mr. Smith" raised his eyebrows with rather a wistful smile.

"I'm afraid you're sorry, really," he said. "If I'd come a minute later
than I did, you'd have been safe and happy at home by this time."

"Not happy," amended the girl. "Because it isn't home. If it were, I
shouldn't have told fibs to Mrs. Ellsworth to-night."

"That sounds interesting," remarked her companion.

"It's _not_ interesting!" she assured him. "Nothing in my life is. I
don't want to bore you by talking about my affairs, but if you think we
may be--interrupted, perhaps, I'd better explain one or two things while
there's time. I wanted to come here this evening to keep an engagement
I'd made, but it's difficult for me to get out alone. Mrs. Ellsworth
doesn't like to be left, and she never lets me go anywhere without her
except to the house of some friends of mine, the only real friends I
have. It's odd, but _their_ name is Smith, and that saved my telling
a direct lie. Not that a half-lie isn't worse, it's so cowardly!

"Mrs. Ellsworth likes me to go to Archdeacon and Mrs. Smith's
because--I'm afraid because she thinks they're 'swells.' Mrs. Smith has a
duke for an uncle! Mrs. Ellsworth said 'yes' at once, when I asked, and
gave me her key and permission to stop out till half-past ten, though
everyone in the house is supposed to be in bed by ten. She's almost sure
to be in bed herself, but if she gets interested in one of the books I
brought from the library to-day, it's possible she may be sitting up to
read, and to ask about my evening.

"Our bedrooms are on the ground floor at the back of an addition to the
house. What if she should hear the latchkey (it's old fashioned and hard
to work), and what if she should come to the swing door at the end of the
corridor where she'd see you with me? What would you say or do?"

"H'm! It would be awkward. But--isn't there a _young_ Smith in your
Archdeacon's family?"

"There is one, but I haven't seen him since I was a little girl. He's a
sailor. He's away now on an Arctic expedition."

"Then it wasn't _that_ Mr. Smith you came to meet