They seemed for the moment to walk on air, as they strolled, chatting, out to a taxicab.
But as the cab drew up before her own apartment, the familiar associations of even the entrance brought her back to reality suddenly.
He handed her out, and the excitement of the evening was over.

She saw the thing in its true light.

This was the beginning, not the end.
"Graeme," she said, as she lingered for a moment at the door.
"To-morrow we must find a place where you can hide." "I may see you, though ?" he asked anxiously.
"Of course.

Ring me up in the morning, Graeme.

Good-night," and she was whisked up in the elevator, leaving Mackenzie with a sense of loss and loneliness.
"By the Lord," he muttered, as he swung down the street in preference to taking a cab, "what a woman that is!" Together the next day they sought out a place where he could remain hidden.