what am I to tell the
public? That you don't like Boston, and you went to New York to buy a
hat? Nice position you put me in, with the S. R. O. sign out every
night. You think all you've got to do is to come in here, smiling
sweetly, and say: 'I'm going to New York this afternoon.'"

"I told you you'd regret that smile! Look here, Wolfson, you can like it
or not, just as you please. I'm going to New York to help get my husband
elected governor. If you've got the sense God is supposed to have given
your race, you'll play it up big in the papers and make capital out of
it. There aren't so many actresses married to governors, you know.
You've got something exclusive!"

"But he ain't governor!"

"No, but he will be by to-morrow night. By the time you get it into the
dear public's head, he will be, and I'll be back here. Get my point?"

"Yes, but you're crazy!"

"Granted--it's grand to be crazy! Give little Marcy a chance at my part;
she deserves it. I'm off now. By-by."

"I could break my contract with you for this!"

She turned and came back.

"Suits me perfectly. Let's settle it now. I don't want to come back
to-morrow night, just for the trip," she said coolly.

The poor little man was on the prongs of a toasting fork, and he knew
it. He paced the floor and sputtered and raged. Bob looked at her
watch.

"I don't intend to miss my train. Do I come back or not?"

"Oh, damn it, yes. Now get out."

"You're a most obliging little man, Wolfson, but your temper is
unspeakably bad."

She smiled sweetly at him, and tripped out.

All the way on the train she devised new ways of appearing to Trent. He
had no least suspicion of her plans, and she intended to make the most
of the dramatic possibilities of the situation. Her train did not get
her into New York until after six. She knew Paul was to address half a
dozen meetings, ending with the biggest of all at Cooper Union. She was
not sure that she could find him even if she tried, but she intended to
be at Cooper Union to lose herself in the crowd, and listen to him,
watch him fire the last gun of his fight--their fight. Then--well, that
would have to take care of itself.

She drove to the hotel and met the cordial, unsurprised greeting of the
clerk. Nothing "in heaven or earth beneath" can surprise a New York
hotel clerk. She asked about Paul, when he came in, when he dined.

"Lord, Mrs. Trent, I don't know when the man eats or sleeps. I don't
think he does mu