"I'll send this at once.

And your car will be ready for you in ten minutes--or five, if you like ?" "Ten will do, thank you," she answered.

Then she crossed to the elevator and went up to her own suite of rooms on the second floor, for her motor-coat and veils.
"Free, thank heaven!" she breathed, with infinite relief, as she stood before the tall mirror, adjusting these for the long trip.

"Free from that man forever.

What a narrow escape! If things hadn't happened just as they did, and if I hadn't had that precious insight into Wally's character--good Lord!--catastrophe! Oh, I haven't been so happy since I--since--why, I've _never_ been so happy in all my life! "Wally, dear boy," she added, turning toward the window as though apostrophizing him in reality, "now we can be good friends.