Audrey had found something to do at last. It was Captain Sloane who had
given her the idea.

"You would make a great hit, Audrey," he had said. "It's your voice, you
know. There's something about it--well, you know the effect it always
has on me. No? All right, I'll be good."

But she had carried the idea home with her, and had proceeded, with her
customary decision, to act on it.

Then, one day in May, she was surprised by a visit from Delight
Haverford. She had come home, tired and rather depressed, to find
the Haverford car at the door, and Delight waiting for her in her
sitting-room.

Audrey's acquaintance with Delight had been rather fragmentary, but it
had covered a long stretch of time. So, if she was surprised, it was not
greatly when Delight suddenly kissed her. She saw then that the girl had
brought her some spring flowers, and the little tribute touched her.

"What a nice child you are!" she said, and standing before the mirror
proceeded to take off her hat. Before her she could see the reflection
of Delight's face, and her own tired, slightly haggard eyes.

"And how unutterably old you make me look!" she added, smiling.

"You are too lovely for words, Mrs. Valentine."

Audrey patted her hair into order, and continued her smiling inspection
of the girl's face.