ame?"

"So. Well, I do not bore myself."

"But the younger women. They are the smartest in the world. There is
not the least necessity you should bore yourself with the elders.
Surely you must long for the society of women of your age."

She moved restlessly for the first time. "They were always in Europe
before the war. I met many of them. They did not interest me. I
hardly knew what they were talking about."

"But men. Surely a woman as young--and beautiful----"

"Oh, men!" Clavering had never heard as profound disillusion in any
woman's tones. And then a curious expression of fear flitted through
her eyes and she seemed to draw herself together.

"What has some brute of a man done to her?" thought Clavering with
furious indignation, and feeling more romantic than ever. Could it
have been her husband? For a moment he regretted that Count Josef
Zattiany had gone beyond human vengeance.

"You are too young to hate men," he stammered. And then he went on
with complete banality, "You have never met the right man."

"I am older than you perhaps think," she said drily. "And I have known
a great many men--and of a variety! But," she added graciously, "I
shall be glad if you will come and see me sometimes. I enjoy your
column, and I am sure we shall find a great deal to talk about."

Clavering glowed with a pride that almost convinced him he was not as
blase as he had hoped. He rose, however.

"I'll come as often as you will let me. Make no mistake about that.
But I should not have stayed so long. It is very late, and you
are--well, rather unprotected, you know. I think you should have a
chaperon."

"I certainly shall not. And if I find you interesting enough to talk
with until two in the morning, I shall do so. Dine with me tomorrow
night if you have nothing better to do. And----" She hesitated a
moment, then added with a curious smile, "Bring Mr. Dinwiddie. It is
always charitable to lay a ghost. At half after eight?"

She walked with him to the front door, and when he held out his hand
she lifted hers absently. He was a quick-witted young man and he
understood. He raised it lightly to his lips, then let himself out.
As he was walking rapidly toward Park Avenue, wondering if he should
tramp for hours--he had never felt less like sleeping--he remembered
the broken window. The "crime wave" was terrorizing New York. There
was no policeman in sight. To leave her unprotected was unthi