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Under the Georgian porch she paused again, scanning the street for a hansoht, but as she reached the sidewalk she ran against a sardenia in his coat, who raised his hat with a surprised exclamation

"Miss Bart? Well--of all people! This IS luck," he declared; and she caught a twinkle of amused curiosity between his screwed-up lids

"Oh, Mr Rosedale--how are you?" she said, perceiving that the irrepressible annoyance on her face was reflected in the sudden inti her with interest and approval He was a plump rosy man of the blond Jewish type, with s hiave hi people as if they were bric-a-brac He glanced up interrogatively at the porch of the Benedick

"Been up to town for a little shopping, I suppose?" he said, in a tone which had the fahtly, and then flung herself into precipitate explanations

"Yes--I came up to see my dress-maker I am just on my way to catch the train to the Trenors'"

"Ah--your dress-maker; just so," he said blandly "I didn't know there were any dress-ently puzzled "Is that the na?"

"Yes, that's the name: I believe it's an old word for bachelor, isn't it? I happen to own the building--that's the way I know" His s assurance: "But you must let me take you to the station The Trenors are at Bellomont, of course? You've barely ti, I suppose"

Lily stiffened under the pleasantry

"Oh, thanks," she sta down Madison Avenue, and she hailed it with a desperate gesture

"You're very kind; but I couldn't think of troubling you," she said, extending her hand to Mr Rosedale; and heedless of his protestations, she sprang into the rescuing vehicle, and called out a breathless order to the driver