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sudden leap. Tips! Tips calling to
say he was sorry he'd been such
beast to her yesterday and he
hadn't meant a word he had said!
She held her breath. She heard
Ellen say, eff you'll hold on a
moment, sir, I'll tell Mrs. Stanton
you want her"
She was pulling her soft blue
velvet dressing gown around her
as Ellen knocked on the door.
'"There's a gentleman to speak to
you, please, madam"
"Thank you, Ellen"
The telephone was in Mary's
bedroom. Iris sat down heavily on
the low divan bed and picked up
the receiver. A gentleman to
speak to her Ellen hadn't
asked his name she should
have done so. Still, there was on
ly one gentleman likely to tele-
phone to her. But she was
wrong. 'Is that you, Iris? This
is Guy"
She could have cried with dis
appointment.
Listen, Iris! I'm going to be
in town today. I wonder if you'll
meet me for lunch. There's
something I rather badly want
to talk over with YOU" There
was a different, almost pleading,
note in Guys voice.
Oddly enough, she found her
self touched by it. She remem-
bered quite suddenly what a
CHASTITY time he'd had since the
night of the big raid. She knew
quite surprising desire to make
amends. After all, at one time
she'd been very much in love
with him. Perhaps if a day ever
came when she could forget
Tips.
could you manage it, Iris? I'd
be so glad if you would"
Her heart melted a little There
was a note in his voice that was
almost her undoing. 'All right,
Guy. At what time shall we
meet and where shall we go?"
Shall we make it the Berkeley
at one o'clock?"
Iris kept Guy waiting for a
quarter Of an hour. She had look
ed at herself in the mirror after
she'd finished speaking to him on
the telephone and decided that
she couldn't turn up looking as
she'd been looking that morning.
However, a couple Of hours al a
beauty parlOr had made a differ
ent woman Of her. It was a very
finished and very lovely wife
who arrived to meet Guy Stan
ton and gave MIN a cool little
smile in greeting. I'm sorry I'm
late, Guy"
"That's all right. Shall we have
a cocktail first?" said Guy.
She laughed lightly, a trifle
mockingly. Il think that might
help to make things a little cas-
Ter. It's quite a time, isn't it
since we lunched out together?"
You were surprised when ]
telephoned to you?"
very"
When the waiter had brought
their cocktails and they were
alone, Guy said quietly, Il saw
Tips last night"
oh" Just the mention of his
name threatened to unnerve her
She said, trying to keep her voice
steady, Was that your doing?"
'I'm afraid it was. Darling, I'm
sorry. I just don't know what
came over me the night I return
ed. Perhaps it was the fortnight
I'd been through. 1t had been
such sheer hell. I was so terribly
looking forward to seeing you
Then when I came home and
found you were away Iris
can you ever forgive me? !
should never have doubted your
word. You told me the truth
and I didn't believe you. I know
now
He broke off, looking at her ir
mute appeal. She felt suddenly
desperately sorry for him and fo1
herself, too. How do you know
now, GUY" she asked, her voice
shaking a little.
'I've talked to Tips. I know
when a mans speaking the