"I won't stay," he answered; "I don't like him." She looked up puzzled, her brows bent in an enquiring frown.

"Not like him! Why, you've never met." "What has that to do with it ?" he persisted lightly.

"One doesn't have to meet a man to hate him." "One does unless one's a person of stupid prejudices." "Well, maybe I am," he admitted, "but I have my side." As the portieres were drawn back, he turned hastily away, to come face to face with Gerty's caller the next instant upon the threshold.

Keen as his curiosity was he took in, at his brief glance, only that Kemper presented a bright and brave appearance and walked with a peculiarly energetic step..