" Because," said Coleman impressively,, " that is why I came to Greece. It was all planned. See?""Whirroo," exclaimed Peter. "This here is magic."" No magic at all." Coleman displayed some complacence.
" No magic at all. just pure, plain--
whatever you choose to call it."
" Holy smoke," said Peter, admiring the situation.
"Why, this is plum romance, Coleman. I'm blowed if it isn't."Coleman was grinning with delight. He took a fresh cigar and his bright eyes looked at Peter through the smoke., "Seems like it, don't it? Yes. Regular romance. Have a drink, my boy, just to celebrate my good luck. And be patient if I talk a great deal of my-my-future. My head spins with it." He arose to pace the room flinging out bis arms in a great gesture. " God! When I think yesterday was not like to-day I wonder how I stood it." There was a knock at the door and a waiter left a note in Coleman's hand "Dear Ruf us:-We are going for a drive this afternoon at three, and mother wishes you to come, if you.
care to. I too wish it, if you care to. Yours, " MARJORY."With a radiant face, Coleman gave the note a little crackling flourish in the air. " Oh, you don't know what life is, kid."" S-steady the Blues," said Peter Tounley seriously.
You'll lose your head if you don't watch out."" Not I" cried Coleman with irritation. " But a man must turn loose some times, mustn't he?"When the four, students had separated in the corri-dor, Coke had posted at once to Nora Black's sitting room. His entrance was somewhat precipitate, but he cooled down almost at once, for he reflected that he was not bearing good news. He ended by perching in awkward fashion on the brink of his chair and fumbling his hat uneasily. Nora floated to him in a cloud of a white dressing gown. She gave him a plump hand. "Well, youngman? "she said, with a glowing smile. She took a chair, and the stuff of her gown fell in curves over the arms of it., Coke looked hot and bothered, as if he could have more than half wanted to retract his visit. " I-aw-we haven't seen much of you lately," he began, sparing.
He had expected to tell his news at once.
No," said Nora, languidly. " I have been resting after that horrible journey-that horrible journey.
Dear, dear! Nothing,will ever induce me to leave London, New York and Paris. I am at home there.
But here I Why, it is worse than living in Brooklyn.
And that journey into the wilds! No. no; not for me! "" I suppose we'll all be glad to get home," said Coke, aimlessly.
At the moment a waiter entered the room and began to lay the table for luncheon. He kept open the door to the corridor, and he had the luncheon at a point just outside the door. His excursions to the trays were flying ones, so that, as far as Coke's purpose was concerned, the waiter was always in the room. Moreover, Coke was obliged, naturally, to depart at once. He had bungled everything.
As he arose he whispered hastily: " Does this waiter understand English ? ""Yes," answered Nora. "Why?"
"Because I have something to tell you-important.""What is it? " whispered Nora, eagerly.
He leaned toward her and replied: " Marjory Wainwright and Coleman are engaged."To his unfeigned astonishment, Nora Black burst into peals of silvery laughter, " Oh, indeed? And so this is your tragic story, poor, innocent lambkin?
And what did you expect? That I would faint?" -" I thought-I don't know-" murmured Coke in confusion.
Nora became suddenly business-like. " But how do you know? Are you sure? Who told you? Anyhow, stay to luncheon. Do-like a good boy. Oh, you must."Coke dropped again into his chair. He studied her in some wonder. " I thought you'd be surprised,"he said, ingenuously.
" Oh, you did, did you ? Well, you see I'm not.
And now tell me all about it."
"There's really nothing to tell but the plain fact.
Some of the boys dropped in at the minister's rooms a little while ago, and, he told them of it.
That's all."
Well, how did he know?
"I am sure I can't tell you. Got it first hand, Isuppose. He likes Coleman, and Coleman is always hanging up there."" Oh, perhaps Coleman was lying," said Nora easily. Then suddenly her face brightened and she spoke with animation. " Oh, I haven't told you how my little Greek officer has turned out. Have I?
No? Well, it is simply lovely. Do you know, he belongs to one of the best families in Athens? Hedoes.
And they're rich-rich as can be. My courier tells me that the marble palace where they live is enough to blind you, and that if titles hadn't gone out of style-or something-here in Greece, my little officer would be a prince! Think of that! The courier didn't know it until we got to Athens, and the little officer-the prince-gave me his card, of course. One of the oldest, noblest and richest families in Greece.
Think of that! There I thought he was only a bothersome little officer who came in handy at times, and there he turns out to be a prince. I could hardly keep myself from rushing right off to find him and apologise to him for the way I treated him. It was awful! And-" added the fair Nora, pensively, "if he does meet me in Paris, I'll make him wear that title down to a shred, you can bet. What's the good of having a title unless you make it work?"
