It was while he waited that a big car arrived with five passengers.  He recognized Porter Bigelow at once, and there were besides two older men and two young women.

The taller of the two young women had eyes that roved.  She had blue black hair, and she wore black—­a small black hat with a thin curved plume, and a tailored suit cut on lines which accentuated her height and slenderness.  Her furs were of leopard skins.  Her cheeks were touched with high color under her veil.

The other girl had also dark hair.  But she was small and bird-like.  From head to foot she was in a deep dark pink that, in the wool of her coat and the chiffon of her veil, gave back the hue of the rose which was pinned to her muff.

But it was on the girl in black that Roger fixed his eyes.  Where had he seen her?

They chose a table near him, and passed within the touch of his hand.  Porter did not recognize him.  The tall man in the old overcoat and soft hat was not linked in his memory with that moment of meeting in Mary’s dining-room.

“Everybody mixes up our names, Porter,” the girl with the rose was saying as they sat down; “the girls did at school, didn’t they, Lilah?”

“Yes,” the girl in black did not need many words with her eyes to talk for her.

“Was it big Lilah and little Leila?” Porter asked.

“No,” the dark eyes above the leopard muff widened and held his gaze.  “It was dear Leila, and dreadful Lilah.  I used to shock them, you know.”

The three men laughed.  “What did you do?” demanded Porter, leaning forward a little.

Men always leaned toward Delilah Jeliffe.  She drew them even while she repelled.

“I smoked cigarettes, for one thing,” she said; “everybody does it now.  But then—­I came near being expelled for it.”

The little rose girl broke in hotly.  “I think it is horrid still, Lilah,” she said.

Lilah smiled and shrugged.  “But that wasn’t the worst.  One day—­I eloped.”

She was making them all listen.  The old men and the young one, and the man at the other table.

“I eloped with a boy from Prep.  He was nineteen, and I was two years younger.  We started by moonlight in Romeo’s motor car—­it was great fun.  But the clergyman wouldn’t marry us.  I think he guessed that we were a pair of kiddies from school—­and he scolded us and sent me back in a taxi——­”

The tall, thin old gentleman was protesting.  “My dear——­”

“Oh, you didn’t know, Daddy darling,” she said.  “I got back before I was discovered, and let myself in by the door I had unlocked.  But I couldn’t keep it from the girls—­it was such fun to make them—­shiver.”

“And what became of Romeo?” Porter asked.

“He found another Juliet—­a lovely little blonde and they are living happy ever after.”

Leila’s eyes were round.  “But I don’t see,” she began.