''
``To-morrow,'' replied he, ignoring her hand.
``No. My money is all gone. Besides, I have no
time for amateur trifling.''
``Your lessons are paid for until the end of the
month. This is only the nineteenth.''
``Then you are so much in.'' Again she put out her
hand.
He took it. ``You owe me an explanation.''
She smiled mockingly. ``As a friend of mine says,
don't ask questions to which you already know the answer.''
And she departed, the smile still on her charming
face, but the new seriousness beneath it. As she had
anticipated, she found Stanley Baird waiting for her
in the drawing-room of the apartment. Being by
habit much interested in his own emotions and not at
all in the emotions of others, he saw only the healthful
radiance the sharp October air had put into her cheeks
and eyes. Certainly, to look at Mildred Gower was to
get no impression of lack of health and strength. Her
glance wavered a little at sight of him, then the expression
of firmness came back.
``You look like that picture you gave me a long time
ago,'' said he.
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