The Monticellonian., 1919-02-28
CHAPTER V-Continued

cHAPTER V-Continued
 This IS too beautiful to go through so fast" Daphne cried Its wonder full We ought to walk. Promise me We can walk home. It's such gor- geous night
 You're crazy. darling" he said. I've got to get to my office tomorrow. and you've got to get home for break fast"
 All right for you she pOuted. But it was none too serious q tragedy, and her spirits revived when the taxicab turned in through the shrubs about the old inn that had once been the home of Napoleon's brother and had heard the laughter of Theodosia Burr and of Betty Jumel in their primes.
 Daphne did not like the table the head waiter led them to. It missed both the breeze and the view.
 Cant We sit over there?" she said.
 I'll see"
 The head waiter came reluctantly to his beck. When Clay asked for the table, the answer was curt:
 Sorry. sir; it is reserved"
 Clay felt insulted. He whipped out his pocketbook and rebuked the tyrant with q bill. He thought it was q one dollar bill but he saw "" on it just as the swift and subtle head waiter absorbed it without seeming to. To ask for it back or for change was one of the most impossible things in the world
 Clay made it as easy for his new slave as he could.
 T don't think you understood which table l meant" he said, pointing to the one he had indicated before. That one.''
 "0h, that onet' said the head wait CT. Certainly. sir
 He led the way, beckoning walters and omnibuses and snapping his fin gers.
 Clay ordered q supper as ehastely perfect as sonnet. It showed that he had both native ability and education in the art of ordering q meal. He inn pressed even the head waiter, and that is triumph. That was Clay's pur- pose. Also he wanted to preserve his self-respect and the walters attention in the face of the supper that was be- ing ordered at the next table. That was we'll ordered. too, but it was not a sonnet: it was rhapsody. It was ordered by man whose guests had not yet arrived When Clay had dis patched his waiter he whispered to Daphne:
 See that fellow. That's Thomas Varick Duane, one of the wellest- known bachelors in New York. He was crazy about Leila
 Not BayardS Leila !''
 "Yes. That's really why Bayard got married so quick. He was afraid Tom Duane would steal her. Nice enough fellow, but too much money
 Daphne looked at the big man, and caught him looking at her with d fla vorable appraisal. She stared him down with cold self-possession of the American girl who will neither dirt nor finch. Duane yielded and turned his eyes to Clay, recognized him, and nodded.
 Hello, Wimburn! H'ah Ya?'
 "Feeling fairly snappy,' said Clay.
 Duane showed willingness to come over and be presented, but Clay kept him off with a look like pair of push ing hands.
 Duane loitered about, waiting for his guests. He looked lonely. Daphne felt mixture of charity and snobbery in her heart She whispered to Clay ::
 Invite the poor fellow over here till his guests come. I'm dying to be able to tell the people at home that l met the great Duane"
 Again Clay shook his head
 And that you introduced him to me-
 Clay nodded He beckoned Duane over with hardly more than motion of the eyebrows. Duane came with q tlattering eagerness. He put his hand out to Clay; and Clay rising. made the presentation.
 You're not related to Bayard Kip, l hope" Duane said, with an amiable frown.
 Hes my brother. Why?'
 T owe him big grudge, said Duane He stole his wife from me, just as I was falling madly in love with her. Beautiful girl, your new sis ter.n
 I've never seen her" said Daphne
 Beautiful girl :" he sighed "Nuch too good for your brother infinitely beyond me. Why don't you both move over to my table? Miss Kemble is to be there with her manager. Mighty clever girl-Miss Kemble. Have you seen her new play?"
 We were there tonight" said Daph- ne. She's glorious !'
 Come on over and play in our yard, then"
 Daphne had never met famous actress. She was wild to join the group and to kr ow Tom Duane better. But Clay spoke with an icy finality.
 "Thanks, old man. We've already ordered" He still stood. and he had not invited Duane to sit down.
 Tom Duane looked at Daphne and smiled like boy rebuked. All right, I'll go quietly. know when I'm kicked out. Put next time l won't go