THE EMBASSY GARDEN PARTY Craig dined at the Secretary of State's that night, and reveled in the marked consideration every one showed him.

He knew it was not because of his political successes, present and impending; in the esteem of that fashionable company his success with Margaret overtopped them.

And while he was there, drinking more than was good for him and sharing in the general self-complacence, he thought so himself.

But waking up about three in the morning, with an aching head and in the depths of the blues, the whole business took on again its grimmest complexion.

"I'll talk it over again with Grant," he decided, and was at the Arkwright house a few minutes after eight.
It so happened that Grant himself was wakeful that morning and had got up about half-past seven.