"I've changed my mind," he said, calmly, and then smiled into her
puzzled eyes. "Brussels, isn't it?"

"Yes; the middle of September," she said, dreamily.

"You'll ask me to come?"

"I should have asked you, anyway."

The two men shook hands. "Sorry I can't stay for tea, Dorothy, but I
promised Lord Saxondale I'd meet him at four o'clock." He did a
genuinely American thing as he walked up the street. He whistled a
lively air.






VII

THE WOMAN FROM PARIS





For two weeks Phil Quentin did not allow Dorothy to forget the old
association, and then came the day of her departure for Paris. Mrs.
Garrison was by no means reluctant to leave London,--not that she