” John stopped by in his car to visit Lucy during the Beck’s Thanksgiving all-day dinner and football marathon. “The real reason why I am out of place here,” she said, “is because I like men. "Of course," rejoined the bystander, who had just spoken, and who was of a cynical turn,—"the greater the rascal, the better they like him. As Leonardo had himself pronounced, who better than a mountebank to teach of the perils awaiting the unwary? Who better than a wastrel to demonstrate the worth of thrift? And who could instruct better in the matter of affections than one who had thrown them away? ‘If he had loved me,’ she said, in the flat tone she had learned to use to conceal her vulnerable heart, ‘he would have left me at Remenham House to live a life of an English lady. ” He stared at her, trying to guess at the mystery of her thoughts. Chapter XX ANNA’S SURRENDER “This is indeed a gala night,” said Ennison, raising his glass, and watching for a moment the golden bubbles. S. "At all events, I've not done with you. And the fences are down for good. Are you going to write a novel?” “Not I,” she answered gaily. What did you do when your father went on trips to other islands?" "Took off my shoes and stockings and played in the lagoon. ” He replied. She receded into the entryway, opening her palm and gesturing as if there were an imaginary red carpet rolled out for visitors.