person and easy to get on with. It's the strivers who're[Pg 49] always getting after something out of reach that give you jars." [Pg 49] "You're certainly not a striver," Evelyn agreed. "However, you seem to have all a man could want." "Not quite," he answered. "I'll confess that I'm not satisfied yet, but I try to make the most of the good things that come along—and I'm glad I got up early. It's a glorious morning!" Evelyn understood. Reggie was not precipitate and feared a rebuff. She believed that she could have him when she liked, but he would look for some tactful sign of her approval before venturing too far. The trouble was that she did not know if she wanted him. She changed the subject, and they paced the beach, engaged in good-humored banter, until the breakfast gong called them back to the hotel. In the afternoon, however, Evelyn's mood changed again. The breeze died away and it was very hot. Everybody was languid, and she found her friends dull. Although Gore tried to be amusing, his conversation was unsatisfactory; and the girls about the hotel seemed more frivolous and shallow than usual. None of these people ever did anything really worth while! Evelyn did not know what she wished to do, but she felt that the life she led was unbearably stale. When dark fell and the deep rumble of the surf filled the air, she sat with her father in a quiet corner of the garden. "Didn't you say you might make a short business trip to the West Indies?" she asked him. "Yes; I may have to spend a week in Havana." "Then I wish you would take me." "It might be arranged," said Cliffe. He seldom[Pg 50] refused her anything. "Your mother wouldn't come, but she has plenty of engagements at home. Why do you want to go?" [Pg 50] Evelyn found this hard to answer, but she tried to formulate her thoughts. "Cuba is, of course, a new country to me, and I suppose we all feel a mysterious attraction toward what is strange. Had you never a longing for something different, something out of the usual run?" "I had when I was young."