Stella smiled.

“Ah, well!” she said, “I don’t want to dishearten you, only you seem rather a nice little thing, and I am afraid you don’t quite understand the sort of man my father is.  However, you’ll find out, and until you do I should have as good a time as I could if I were you.  How do you like New York?”

“How could I help liking it?” Virginia answered.  “I came here from a little wooden farmhouse in a desolate part of the country.  I did not know what luxury was.  Here I have a maid, a suite of rooms, an automobile, and all manner of wonderful things, all of my own.”

“Will you be willing,” Stella asked calmly, “to pay the price when the time comes?”

Virginia looked at her wonderingly.

“The price?” she asked.  “What do you mean?”

Stella laughed a little hardly.

“Little girl,” she said, “you are very young.  Let me tell you this.  My father never did a kind action in his life for its own sake.  He never befriended any one for any other motive than that some day or other he meant to exact some return for it.  Your time hasn’t come yet, but there will be something some day which will help you to understand.”

Virginia sat upright in her seat.  A very becoming touch of colour had stolen into her cheeks, and her eyes were bright.

“I like to talk to you, Stella,” she said, “because you are my cousin, and none of these other people are even my friends yet, but I cannot listen to you if you talk like this of the man who has been so kind to me, especially,” she added, “as he is your father and my uncle.”

Stella leaned over and patted her hand patronizingly.

“Silly little girl!” she said.  “Never mind, we shall be friends some day, I dare say.  You daren’t come and see me, I suppose?”

Virginia shook her head.

“Not without my uncle’s permission,” she said.

“Quite right,” Stella agreed.  “Don’t run any risks.  We shall come across one another now and then, especially since my father seems determined to throw open his doors once more to the usual mob.  By the by, does he ever say anything about me?”

“Nothing,” Virginia answered, “except that you deceived him.  He has told me that.”

“Any particulars?” Stella asked.

“I am not sure,” Virginia said, “that I ought to repeat them.”

Stella sat quite still for a moment, and a slight frown was on her forehead.

“He has told you, then, why he sent me away?” she asked.

“Yes!” Virginia answered.

Stella shrugged her shoulders and rose.

“Well,” she said, “I mustn’t monopolize you any longer, or I shall be in disgrace.”

She walked away with a little nod, leaving behind her a faint but uncomfortable impression.  Virginia, an hour or so later, thought it best to tell her uncle of this meeting.  They were standing together in one of the reception rooms, waiting for some guests who were coming to dine, and were alone except for a couple of footmen, who were lighting a huge candelabrum of wax candles.