and so much like having fun. In spite of all our tragedies,
and your very bad temper"--she laughed up at him impertinently--"I'm
enjoying myself as much as Peggy is, though I probably don't look it."

"There isn't so much of you to look it," explained Francis. Their eyes
both followed young Peggy, where, magnificent in her green gown and
gold slippers, she was frankly flirting with a French-Canadian who was
no match for her, but quite as frankly overcome by her charms. "But
what there is," he added politely, "is very nice indeed."

They laughed at this like a couple of children, and moved on toward a
less frequented part of the floor, for there was a big man in khaki,
one of Francis's men, who was coming dangerously near, and had in his
eye a determination to cut in. Francis and Marjorie moved downwards
till they were almost opposite the door. And as they were dancing
across the space before the door there was a polite knock on it. They
stood still, still interlaced, as an unpartnered man lounging near it
threw it open. And on the threshold, like a ghost from the past, stood
Mr. Logan. In spite of his mysterious nervous ailment he had nerved
himself to make the journey after Marjorie, and walked in, softly and
slowly, indeed, and somewhat travel-soiled, but very much himself, and
apparently determined on a rescue. Marjorie stared at him in horror.
Rescue was all right theoretically; but not in the middle of as good a
party as this. And what could Francis do to her now?

What he did was to release her with decision, and come forward with the
courtesy he was quite capable of at any crisis, and welcome Logan to
their home.

"You've caught us in the middle of a party," he concluded cordially,
"but I don't suppose you feel much like dancing. Perhaps after a
little something to eat and drink you'd like to rest a bit. Come speak
to Mr. Logan, my dear," he finished, with what Marjorie stigmatized as
extreme impudence; and Marjorie, in her firefly draperies, came forward
with as creditable a calm as her husband, and greeted Mr. Logan, after
which Francis called Mrs. O'Mara to show him to a room where he could
rest.

"I came to talk to you----" began Mr. Logan as he was led hospitably
away.

"I'll be at your service as soon as you've had a little rest and food,"
said Francis in his most charming manner.

He actually put his arm about Marjorie again and was going on with the
dance, when the telephone rang. The