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"Just the man wanted to see," an nounced Allison, making his way tC Rabbit. T have a new freightagt proposition for the National Dairy Products consolidation"
 Babbitt frightened visibly. He had been missing something keenly these past two days. and now all at once he realized what it was: business.
 T can't see any possible new angle returned Babbitt cautiously, and with a backward glance at the dashing young Mrs. Babbitt. He headed in stinctively for the library.
 Laughingly Gail finished her third dance down. She had enjoyed several sparkling encounters in passing with Dick Rodley. and she was buoyantly exhilarated as she started to stroll from the floor with her partner. She had wanted to find cherub-cheeked Marion Kenneth, and together they walked through the conservatory. and the dining room, and the deserted bill Hard room. with its bright light on the green cloth and all the rest of the rooms in dimness. There was a nar- row space at enc point between the chairs and the table. and it unexpect' edly wedged them into close contact With a sharp intake of his breath, the fellow. a rnddy-faced, thick-necked, fuil-lipped young man who had fol, lowed her with his eyes all evening, suddenly turned, and caught her in his embrace.
 Gail, turning, hurried cut of the side docr to the veranda. Her knees were trembling, but the fresh, cold air steadied her, and she walked the full length of the wide porch, trying in- stinctively to forget the sickening hu- initiation. She was near a window, and, advancing step. she looked in. It was the library. and Allison sat there, so clean and wholesome look ing, with his pink shaven face and his white evening waistcoat, and his dark hair beginning to sprinkle with gray at the temples. He was so sturdy and so strong and so dependable locking, as he sat earnestly talking with Bab- bitt Gail hurried to the front door and rang the bell.
 Hello, Gail" greeted the cheery voice of Alliscn. as she car1e in. My dance next, isn't it?"
 His voice was so good, so comfort ing, so reassuring.
 q think so," she replied, standing hesitantly in the doorway, and thank ful that the lights were cancpied in this room
 Allison drew the memorandum pad toward him. and rose.
 By the way, there's enc thing for got to tell you, Ba0bitt, and it's rather He hesitated and glanced toward the door "Youu excuse me Just half a minute. won't you, Gail?"
 She had noticed that assumption of Intimate understanding in him before and sine had secretly admired it. Now 1t was a comfort snd joy.
 Surely" she granted, and passed on in to the library alcove, a sheltered nook where she was glad to be alone, to rescue herself from the whirl of anger, and indignation, and humilia- tion-above all, humiliation-which had swept around her Her face was hot and cold by turns, and she was al- most on the point of crying. in spite of her constantly reiterated self-ad. monishment that she must control her self here, when Allison came to the door of the alcove.
 All right, Gail" he said laconically
 She felt suddenly weary, but she rose and joined him. When she slipped her hand in his arm, strong, and warm, and pulsing, she was aware of thrill from it, but the thrill was just restfulness.
 "You look little tired" judged the practical Allison, as they strolled, side by side, info the hall. and he patted the slender hand which lay on his arm.
 Not very" she lightly replied. and she snuggle6 her hand more comfortably into its resting place. A little sigh escaped her lips. deep-drawn and fiuttering. It was sigh of content