I'm a good deal like a woman in that respect myself." Grant thrust a cigar upon him, got him out of the room and on the way out of the house as quickly as possible.

"Insufferable egotist!" he mumbled, by way of a parting kick.

"Why do I like him?
Damned if I believe I do!" He did not dress until late that afternoon, but lay in his rooms, very low and miserable.

When he issued forth it was to the garden-party--and immediately he ran into Margaret and Craig, apparently lying in wait for him.

"Here he is!" exclaimed Josh, slapping him enthusiastically on the back.