Carolina caught the suggestion.

“Tell Mr. Haines that Senator Langdon regrets that he cannot possibly receive him,” she directed.

“Carolina!”

There was a ring of protest and pain in Hope Georgia’s voice as she darted out of the door after the servant.

“What’s the matter with that girl?” asked Norton, trying to be calm.

Carolina shook her head.

“I don’t know.  She’s queer to-day.  I believe she imagines herself in love with Mr. Haines.”

“Aren’t you afraid she’ll make trouble?”

The other sister laughed confidently.

“Little Hope make trouble?  Of course not.  If she does, we can always frighten her into obedience.”

The door reopened and Hope entered, followed by Bud Haines.  The girl’s head was high; her cheeks were red; her eyes glittered ominously.

“I brought him back, Carolina,” she said coolly.  “Father will want to see him.  I know there has been some mistake.”

“Yes,” supplemented Bud, “there has been a decided mistake, and I must refuse to accept the word that came to me from Senator Langdon.”

Carolina Langdon drew herself up in her most dignified manner.

“I’m sorry, Mr. Haines, but you must accept it,” she said.

“Exactly,” seconded Norton.  “Senator Langdon entirely declines to receive you.”

“I don’t trust anything you say, Congressman Norton, and I may say also that I recognize no right of yours to interfere in any affair between me and the Langdon family.”

“Perhaps I can explain my right, Mr. Haines,” Norton said coolly, stepping beside Carolina.  “I have just had the pleasure of announcing to Miss Hope Georgia Langdon my engagement to Miss Carolina Langdon.”

Haines, entirely unprepared for such a denouement, shot a searching glance at Carolina.  She bowed her head in affirmation.

“So that’s why you tried to ruin me!” he cried.  “You’re both from the same mold,” turning from Carolina Langdon to Congressman Norton, then back to the girl.

They stood facing each other when Randolph Langdon returned.  At sight of Bud Haines he started, stopped short a second, then came forward quickly.

“Mr. Haines, my father has declared that he will not see you, and either you leave this house at once or I shall call the servants.”

Bud looked at young Langdon contemptuously.

“Yes, I think you would need some help,” he sneered, feeling in his veins the rush of red blood, the determination in his heart that had a few years back carried him through eighty yards of struggling Yale football players to a touchdown.

The Senator’s son drew back his arm, but the confident look of the New Yorker restrained him.

“Mr. Haines, in the South gentlemen do not make scenes of violence before ladies.”

The cold rebuke of Carolina cut into the silence.

Haines stood in perplexity.  He did not know what to do or how to get to the Senator.  It was Hope who came to his rescue.