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He had found a rather shaky chair, and had drawn it up in front of the

radiator.

"This is very jolly," he said. "Do you realise that this is our third

encounter?"

"Yes."

"It really begins to look inevitable, doesn't it?"

She smiled.

"Three times, you know, is usually considered significant," he added

laughingly. "It doesn't dismay you, does it?"

She laughed, resting her cheek against the upholstered wing of her

chair and looked at him with shy but undisguised pleasure.

"You haven't changed a single bit, Athalie," he declared.

"No, I haven't changed."

"Do you remember our last meeting--on the Elevated?"

"Yes."

"Lord!" he said; "that was four years ago. Do you realise it?"

"Yes."

A slight colour grew on his cheeks.

"I was a piker, wasn't I?"

After a moment, looking down at her idly clasped hands lying on her

knees: "I hoped you would come," she said gravely.

"I wanted to. I don't suppose you'll believe that; but I did.... I

don't know how it happened that I didn't make good. There were so many

things to do, all sorts of engagements,--and the summer vacation

seemed ended before I could understand that it had begun."--He scowled

in retrospection, and she watched his expression out of her dark blue

eyes--clear, engaging eyes, sweet as a child's.

"That's no excuse," he concluded. "I should have kept my word to

you--and I really wanted to.... And I was not quite such a piker as

you thought me."

"I didn't think that of you, C. Bailey, Junior."

"You must have!"

"I didn't."

"That's because you're so decent, but it makes my infamy the

blacker.... Anyway I did write you and did send you the

strap-watch. I sent both to Fifty-fourth Street. The Dead Letter

Office returned them to me."... He drew from his inner pocket a

letter and a packet. "Here they are."

She sat up slowly and very slowly took the letter from his hand.

"Four years old," he commented. "Isn't that the limit?" And he began

to tear the sealed paper from the packet.

"What a shame," he went on contritely, "that you wore that old

gun-metal watch of mine so long. I was mortified when I saw it on your

wrist that day--"

"I wear it still," she said with a smile.