er new day," he thought as he awoke. One could meet
any and every indebtedness to life if he only had a sufficient fund of
to-morrows in his bank.

He looked at his watch and leapt out of bed. Nine o'clock! He had slept
late. He didn't hurry over his dressing. He could afford to be late for
once. The mood of conquest was upon him. Maisie had said that. No, it
wasn't _the mood_ but _the air_ of conquest that she'd said he had.
Whichever it was, he would prove her a true prophetess. He might not
gain all his desires, but he'd at least wear the air of one who was
going to gain them. To-morrow was another new day, and to-morrow had
arrived.

On coming down to breakfast he scrutinized Ann's features closely to
learn whether she had heard anything from Braithwaite. They told him
nothing. Presently, however, while she served him, she began to open
out.

"Did your Lordship speak to the gentleman at the War Office?"

Tabs had been glancing through the morning paper. He looked up. "Yes, I
did, Ann. I placed your letter in his hands, and saw him read it."

"Did he say anything or promise anything to your Lordship?"

Tabs pursed his lips judicially, trying to avoid a lie. "You know what
these War Office officials are. They never make promises to any one. But
I believe this one's a good-hearted chap. When he realizes how much this
thing means to you, I think he'll do his best."

"Then he didn't show your Lordship my letter?"

Tabs had dipped into his newspaper again. He detested the well-meant
deceit he was compelled to practice. This time, when he answered, he
didn't raise his eyes. "No, he didn't."

But she didn't efface herself, as he had expected. She stood there, to
one side of his chair. He felt that she was looking down at him. Just
above the edge of his paper he could see her hands clasped together,
pressing against each other in agitation. He abandoned his refuge and
dropped the paper to the carpet.

"Something more that you want to ask me? What is it?"

"Your Lordship said that when the gentleman realized how much all this
meant to me, he'd do his best."

"That's what I said and I'm sure of it."

"What I wanted to ask was, does your Lordship think he has realized?"

It was the way she said it that roused his curiosity. Could she have
guessed? Had she read the address on that letter which he had given her
to post to General Braithwaite, and put two and two together?

He met her eyes--good, gray eyes, with