" So Miss Rae confided to Susie Hopkins after the
victorious night, in the silence of a fourth-story Costanzi bedroom.
Susie Hopkins was putting her hair up on crimping-pins, but she paused
long enough to say: "Well, Jack Durkee had better hurry himself and his
ring along, then."
"O, he's coming as quickly as ever he can," laughed Miss Rae, whereat
she proceeded to place a large letter and a picture under the left-hand
pillow, crimped her hair, cold-creamed her lips, and laid her down to
pleasant dreams of--Jack.
CHAPTER VI.
Mae was very much ashamed of herself the next morning. She had been
restored in a measure to popular favor, through Eric, the day before.
Edith and Albert were home from Frascati, when Eric made his raid
bravely on their forces combined with those of Mrs. Jerrold. He advanced
boldly. "It's all nonsense, child, as she is," he said. "It was natural
enough, to talk with the man," for Mae had made a clean breast of her
misdoings to him, to the extent of saying that they had chatted after
the beggar left.
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