For some time after the merry dinner in Robert Stafford’s beautiful apartment Virginia saw but little of her wealthy suitor.  In fact, she rather avoided him, preferring not to give the appearance of encouraging him, firstly because she had not yet made up her mind regarding the honor he had done her, secondly because it was not always easy to invent excuses for further delay in arriving at a decision.  Yet, situated as she was, it was not possible to hide from him altogether.  There were daily duties to be performed; the business routine of every day must go on.  When in the hotel or its neighborhood Stafford never neglected an opportunity to see her, or when he was not able to come himself he sent her flowers, books and candy, paying her every delicate attention in the nicest and most considerate way possible.

As soon as was practicable, she resigned her position at the hotel, taking this step not so much to avoid the railroad promoter, but because she did not wish to furnish anyone with the slightest pretext for criticism.  The world is quick to censure.  People could not help noticing that the millionaire spent a great deal more time at Miss Blaine’s desk than was necessary to transact legitimate business, and it would not be long before the gossips got busy to her disparagement.  For that reason she preferred to resign.  Besides, it would be fairer to him.  He had not even hinted at her taking such a course, but if she was to consider his proposal of marriage seriously—­and each day the conviction grew stronger that it was her destiny—­it was only proper that she should retire at once into private life and give people time to forget what she was before she became Robert Stafford’s wife.

But while this judicious step naturally resulted in a serious curtailment of her income, she was not idle.  She helped Fanny in the millinery store, and, in order to keep herself in pocket money, gave private lessons to beginners.  These tasks kept her fully occupied, and what with her studies and household duties the days went by cheerfully enough.

Stafford was a regular and welcome caller at the Blaine home.  He often came to take the sisters out for a spin in his splendid new touring car, a forty-horse-power Mercedes, and sometimes he would telephone from downtown and arrange for a little theatre party with supper afterwards at one of the fashionable night restaurants of the Great White Way.

Fanny and Jimmie looked upon the couple as if they were engaged and treated Stafford accordingly, addressing him with the easy familiarity of a future brother-in-law, an attitude which he himself tactfully encouraged.  He went out of his way to be amiable to Fanny, flattering her and making her presents, and encouraging Jimmie to talk of his wonderful ideas.  Moreover, he gave him plainly to understand that, once Virginia and he were married, the shipping clerk’s impecunious days would be over and a comfortable berth would be awaiting him in his office at a salary commensurate with his exceptional ability.