finishing touches."

   "Oh, then I

    am

   the woman you met at the masked ball?" she cried.

   "Look me in the eye, and tell me you're not," he defied her.

   "I haven't the faintest interest in telling you I'm not. On the contrary, it rather pleases me to let you imagine that I am."

   "She owed me a grudge, you know. I hoodwinked her like everything," he confided.

   "Oh, did you? Then, as a sister woman, I should be glad to serve as her instrument of vengeance. Do you happen to have such a thing as a watch about you?" she inquired.

   "Yes," he said.

   "Will you be good enough to tell me what o'clock it is?"

   "What are your motives for asking?"

   "I'm expected at home at five."

   "Where do you live?"

   "What are the motives for asking?"

   "I want to call upon you."

   "You might wait till you're invited."

   "Well, invite me—quick!"

   "Never."

   "Never?"

   "Never, never, never," she asseverated. "A man who's forgotten me as you have!"

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