I should like to know what has brought you out of your house to an hotel at midnight--but don't tell me unless you want to." "I do want to," she assured him.

"I want to tell you everything.

I think--somehow I almost feel that you have the right to know." "Cultivate that feeling," he begged her.

"I like it." She smiled, a wan little smile that passed very soon.

Her face grew sad again.