"What a splendid looking man he is," she was thinking, when Yoritomo at
her right said in a low voice:

"You did go to the bridge."

"How do you know?" she asked.

"Because I saw the rose. It was fastened on your rain coat, which you
left on a hook in the passage with your wet umbrella."

"I only went for the air," said Nancy hastily. "I shall not go again
alone."

Yoritomo's face darkened, and he turned his attention to his dinner.

In the meantime the others were all amusing themselves in various ways,
and there was a great deal of talk and laughter. Miss Campbell felt
rejuvenated and her rheumatic twinges had entirely disappeared.

"There is nothing like a little pleasure for driving acidity out of the
system," she thought, as she finished the last spoonful of her dessert of
beautifully preserved fruits.

Onoye had entered, carrying a small lacquered tray on which lay a square,
foreign-looking visiting card.

"A lady calling to the honorable old maid," she announced calmly at Miss
Campbell's elbow.

"The what?" cried Mr. Campbell.