The Outcry

"Ah, but it's all one Job! I mean it's one idea," he hastened to explain--"if you think Lady Imber's really acting on her."

"Mightn't you go and see?"

"I would in a moment if I hadn't to look out for another matter too." And he renewed his attention to his watch. "I mean getting straight at my American, the party I just mentioned------"

But she had already taken him up. "You too have an American and a 'party,' and yours also motors down----?"

"Mr. Breckenridge Bender." Lord John named him with a shade of elation.

She gaped at the fuller light "You know my Breckenridge?--who I hoped was coming for me!"

Lord John as freely, but more gaily, wondered. "Had he told you so?"

She held out, opened, the telegram she had kept folded in her hand since her entrance. "He has sent me that--which, delivered to me ten minutes ago out there, has brought me in to receive him."

The young man