It was threatening rain, and Mr.Vance, at his wife's request, had called a coach.

"Your husband isn't coming ?" suggested Mr.
Vance, as he met Carrie in his little parlor.
"No; he said he wouldn't be home for dinner." "Better leave a little note for him, telling him where we are.

He might turn up." "I will," said Carrie, who had not thought of it before.
"Tell him we'll be at Sherry's until eight o'clock.

He knows, though I guess." Carrie crossed the hall with rustling skirts, and scrawled the note, gloves on.

When she returned a newcomer was in the Vance flat.
"Mrs.Wheeler, let me introduce Mr.Ames, a cousin of mine," said Mrs.
Vance.