The thought of Mrs. Smith reminded me of the promise I had made her when leaving for Marvin that I would call her up on my return and tell her when I could meet her.  I resolved to telephone her at once.

I felt a thrill of purely feminine triumph as I turned away from the telephone.  I knew that Mrs. Smith would have declined to see me if she had consulted only her inclinations.  That she still wished me to take up the leadership of the study course gratified me exceedingly, and made me thank my stars for the long years of study and teaching which had given me something of a reputation in the work which the Lotus Club wished me to undertake.

But when we met at a little luncheon room, Mrs. Smith and I managed to get through the preliminaries pleasantly.

“Now as to compensation,” she said briskly.  “I am authorized to offer you $20 per lecture.  I know that it is not what you might get from an older or richer club, but it is all we can offer.”

I was silent for a moment.  I did not wish her to know how delighted I was with the amount of money offered.

“I think that will be satisfactory for this season, at least,” I said at last.

“Very well, then.  The first meeting, of course, will be merely an introduction and an outlining of your plan of study, so I will not need to trouble you again.  If you will be at the clubrooms at half after one the first day, I will meet you, and see that you get started all right.  Here comes our luncheon.  Now I can eat in peace.”

Her whole manner said:  “Now I am through with you.”

But I felt that I cared as little for her opinion of me as she evidently did of mine for her.

Twenty dollars a week was worth a little sacrifice.

Lillian Underwood’s raucous voice came to my ears as I rang the bell of my little apartment.  It stopped suddenly at the sound of the bell.  Dicky opened the door and Mrs. Underwood greeted me boisterously.

“I came over to ask you to eat dinner with us Sunday,” she said.  “Then we’ll think up something to do in the afternoon and evening.  We always dine Sunday at 2 o’clock, a concession to that cook of mine.  I’ll never get another like her, and if she only knew it I would have Sunday dinner at 10 o’clock in the morning rather than lose her.  I do hope you can come.”

“There’s nothing in the world to hinder as far as I know,” said Dicky.

“I am so sorry,” I turned to Lillian as I spoke.  My dismay was genuine, for I knew how Dicky would view my answer.  “But I could not possibly come on Sunday.  I have a dinner engagement for that day which I cannot break.”

“A dinner engagement!” Dicky ejaculated at last.  “Why, Madge, you must be mistaken.  We haven’t any dinner engagement for that day.”

“You haven’t any,” I tried to speak as calmly as I could.  “There is no reason why you cannot accept Mrs. Underwood’s invitation if you wish.  But do you remember the letter I received a week ago saying an old friend of mine whom I had not seen for a year would reach the city next Sunday and wished an engagement for dinner?  There is no way in which I can postpone or get out of the engagement, for there is no way I can reach my friend before Sunday.”