The Spectator., 1915-11-26
CHAPTER Vil--Continued.

Flodie reappeared at the doorway. She didn't appear to resent the ques- tion in the least. Seventeen a week."
 Rosamunds look had vitriol. "H 'm!" Her lips lost some of their beauty. II see one place where he could reduce expenses pretty easily!"
 Really? I'm willing. Oh. I've had plenty of offers" said Flodie T don't have to stay here. l only do because he wants me to so much, and I don't see how he could ever get along with out me"
 Well" Rosamund turned away scornfully. q think he'll get along all right. The next offer you get. l ad wise you to take it. Hall may change his plans pretty soon. and you might be in the way"
 Rosemund had led trumps so Flodie followed suit. She took her time, how ever, biting the end of her penholder thoughtfully. T don't know but you're right, Miss Gale" she said finally, perhaps l had better leave. You see, MT. Bonistelle is likely to get married any time, you never can tell with man like him,-and I would be in the way. as you say" Rosamund's chin had risen an inch. Flodie watched it, as she added, Tt would be an awfully good thing for MT. Bonistelle. too. You see, his wife could keep the books and stay in the office, here, and he'd save by it; of course he wouldn't have to pay her any salary"
 Rosamunds chin dropped. Why. heavens! he wouldn't think of having his wife"
 "Oh, you don't know him" Flodie lid the airy fairy mood, Besides, he couldn't afford to marry any other way"
 Why. I thought by the way he talked that he was doing pretty good business"
 Well" Flodie replied, with a fine frankness, its this way. You see, MT. Bonistelle thinks he's doing lot of business when he's not. He does a lot of work, l mean, but he takes so many pictures for nothing, it's worse than If he were idle"
 For nothing? How?"
 Why, the same as he did yours, ex- actly. And women do run after him so; you wouldn't believe how many! They're in here all the time"
 Rosamund, by this time, didn't quite know where she was. Being herself Iuith Dl lioh al a didn't altogether believe Flodie. but she was not nearly so confident and determined as when she had entered. She had come in with the intention of accepting Hall Bonistelle; these hints of Flodie's disturbed her nightly. She sat down and began to look over pile of photographs, nervously.
 Flodie read her indecision, and be- hind her account book, delighted in it. She had, however, little time to watch, before the door opened and Carolyn Dallys, trig and debonair. sauntered into the room.
 Now here was chin that was lifted naturally, with none of Rosamund Gales affectation of superiority. Caro- lyn Dallys was sure of herself. It was much easier to fool with her than to fool her Her eyebrows were arched whimsically over her high-bred aquiline nose; her eyes always held a humor- ous spark.
 "Oh, how d'you dol Thank you for telephoning me, Miss Fisher. 1 was 30 anxious to see those proofs, I ran right over" she drawled amiably at Flodie, and smiled, in remembrance of their forenoons encounter. She could hardly take anything seriously enough to bear resentment. Then she gave Rosamund a careless glance, modified only by that quality of inter est which brunette always gives her blonde-haired sister, and bowed slight ly. Rosamund frankly stared.
 MT. Bonistelle in?" Carolyn in quired carelessly,
 Flodie replied that he was away on important business, but that most of Miss Dallys' proofs were ready. Would she wait till the last two had been printed? In point of fact they had been done half-hour ago, but for Flodie's plan, Carolyn and Rosamund must be left alone together. It was her opening experiment. in psychology
 Yes, Carolyn would wait, and be. gan to roam about the office idly. hands in coat pockets. chin up, whistling softly. Rosamund, from the deter ninsd way h which, she was going