The colours which she unfurled to all seeking eyes were not secret, and yet she was filled with an inward antagonism that this stranger with the wonderful blue eyes had dared to see them and recognize them.

She stared after the retreating form--a tall, slim, exquisitely poised figure that filled her with envy and a dull sort of hatred.

She did not hear a step behind her.

A hand fell familiarly on her shoulder, and a coarse voice laughed something in her ear that made her jump up with an artificial little shriek of pleasure.

The man nodded toward the end of the now empty car.
"Who's your new friend ?" he asked.
"She's no friend of mine," snapped the girl.