“I can’t guess,” King admitted, suffering a distinct and poignant pang of jealousy at thought of Red Pepper Burns driving through the night with this girl, on an errand of mercy though it had been.

“He told me,” she said slowly, “that he learned all about me while I was in the hospital.  One night, when I was at the worst, he sent Miss Arden out for a rest and sat beside me himself.  And in my foolish, delirious wanderings I gave him the whole story, or enough of it so that he pieced out the rest.  And he never told a soul, not even his wife; wasn’t that wonderful of him?  And treated me exactly the same as if he didn’t practically know I wasn’t what I seemed.  You see, I wasn’t far enough away from that poor girl’s suicide, when I was so ill last year, but that it was always in my mind.  Even yet I dream of it at times.”

They were entering a large manufacturing town, the streets in the early morning full of factory operatives on their way to work, dinner-pails in hands and shawls over heads.  Anne drove carefully, often throwing a smile at a group of children or slowing down more than the law decreed to avoid making some weary-faced woman hurry.  And when at length she drew up before a dingy brick tenement house, of a type the most unpromising, King discovered that her “friend” was one of these very people.

He carried the hamper up two flights of ramshackle stairs and set it inside the door she indicated.  Then he unwillingly withdrew to the car, where he sat waiting—­and wondering.  It was not long he had to wait, in point of time, but his impatience was growing upon him.  All this was very well, and threw interesting lights upon a girl’s character, but—­it would be nine o’clock all too soon.  To be sure, though Red Pepper bore him away, he knew the road back—­he could come back as soon as he pleased, with nobody to set hours of departure for him.  But he did not mean to go away this first time without the thing he wanted, if it was to be his.

She came running downstairs, face aglow with relief and pleasure, and sent the car smoothly away.  And now it was that King discovered how a girl may fence and parry, so that a man may not successfully introduce the subject he is burning to speak of, without riding roughshod over her objection.  And presently he gave it up, biding his time.  He sat silent while she talked, and then finally, when she too grew silent, he let the minutes slip by without another word.  Thus it was that they drew up at the house, still speechless concerning the great issue between them.

It was only a little past seven; nobody was in sight except a maid servant, who slipped discreetly away.  King took one look into a small room at the right of the hall, a sort of small den or office it seemed to be.  Then he turned to Anne and put out his hand.  “Will you come in here, please?” he requested.