"
Miss Spencer was conscious of the sting of failure, and her face
flushed with vexation. "It is extremely close in here, don't you
think?" she complained. "And I was so careless as to mislay my fan. I
feel almost suffocated."
"Did you leave it at home?" he questioned. "Possibly I might discover
a substitute somewhere in the room."
"Oh, no; I would never think of troubling you to such an extent. No
doubt this feeling of lassitude will pass away shortly. It was very
foolish of me, but I left the fan with my wraps at the hotel. It can
be recovered when we go across to supper."
In spite of Miss Spencer's quiet words of renunciation, there was a
look of pleading in her shyly uplifted eyes impossible to resist.
Brant promptly surrendered before this masked battery.
"It will be no more than a pleasure to recover it for you," he
protested, gallantly.
The stairs leading down from the hall entrance were shrouded in
darkness, the street below nearly deserted of loiterers, although
lights streamed forth resplendently from the undraped windows of the
Occidental and the hotel opposite. Assisted in his search by Mrs.
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