to catch a train for England. She left everything in his hands.
“I’m desperately unhappy,” she said, dully.
Oliver laid his hands upon her shoulders and looked into her eyes.
“Go home, and you will forget your tears. I command you to be happy.”
Then it seemed that the bitter struggle between the good and the evil in her was done, and the evil had conquered. She felt on a sudden curiously elated. It seemed no longer to matter that she deceived her faithful friends. She gave a bitter laugh, as she thought how easy it was to hoodwink them.
Wednesday happened to be Arthur’s birthday, and he asked her to dine with him alone.
“We’ll do ourselves proud, and hang the expense,” he said.
They had arranged to eat at a fashionable restaurant on the other side of the river, and soon after seven he fetched her. Margaret was dressed with exceeding care. She stood in the middle of the room, waiting for Arthur’s arrival, and surveyed herself in the glass. Susie thought she had never been more beautiful.
“I think you’ve grown more pleasing to look upon than you ever were,” she said. “I don’t know what it is that has come over you of late, but there’s a depth in your eyes that is quite new. It gives you an odd mysteriousness which is very attractive.”
Knowing Susie’s love for Arthur, she wondered
