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suddenly from chairs, blocking her way.
    She shrank back.
    “Do you want her stripped and bound, and thrown to your feet?” inquired the chauffeur.
    “No,” said the young man, agreeably.
    “She wears the anklet,” said the chauffeur.
    “That will be all,” said the young man to the chauffeur, and then the chauffeur and his companion drew back, chastened, deferentially closing the door behind them. “Please,” said the young man to the older woman, gently, indicating the chair he had placed before the desk.
    She stood before the chair.
    “I searched in the all the drawers, and the chests, in the bedroom,” she cried, “and my clothes were not there! Then I came out.”
    “Dressed as you are,” said the young man.
    “Yes,” she whispered.
    “I had thought you might have wrapped yourself in a sheet, or comforter, or such,” he smiled.
    “I shall go back and do so,” she said.
    “You have chosen to present yourself as you are, and you will remain clad as you are,” he said.
    The blond woman looked up from her knees, a tiny smile on her lips.
    “I want my clothing,” said the older woman.
    “I told you that you might inquire later about your clothing, not now,” said the young man, evenly.
    “This is all I have on!” protested the older woman, indicating the starched, white, stiff gown, so simple, so antiseptic, in its appearance. It was substantially open in the back, save for two ties, one at the back of the neck and another at the small of the back.
    “Not all, actually,” said the young man.
    She looked down at her left ankle. “Remove this horrid thing from my ankle!” she demanded.
    “It is certainly not horrid,” he said. “It is actually quite attractive. It sets your ankle off very nicely. Indeed your ankle looks as though it might have been made to be encircled by such a ring. Do not concern yourself with it. The steel, circling closely about the flesh, is indisputably lovely, as well as, independently, of course, quite meaningful.”
    Tears sprang to her eyes.
    “You are not alone,” he said. He turned to Tutina, who was now, as he stood, to his left. “Anklet!” he snapped.
    Instantly she turned about, sinuously, and, half lying, half kneeling, extended her left leg, gracefully, toward the older woman, her knee slightly bent, her toes pointed, extending the line of her well-curved calf. There, on her ankle, there was a similar ring.
    The older woman gasped, in misery. Did this mean that she, somehow, now shared some status, or condition, with that other woman, that trivial, simple, stupid, hated, beautiful Tutina? Surely not! Too, she now understood the meaning of the bandage which had been worn by Tutina to both performances. It was to conceal the device on her ankle, which had not been removed. It seemed that Tutina might be no more capable than she of removing the device, and, too, that she might be kept within it much as a matter of course. Too, the older woman was alarmed, and troubled, by the sudden, prompt, immediate, graceful response of Tutina to the utterance “Anklet!” It was as though she had been trained to present the device for easy view, and immediately, gracefully, beautifully, upon the utterance of that word, which, it seemed, constituted an understood, familiar command. Lastly the older woman sensed, from the sharpness with which the command had been issued, that the young man was not pleased with Tutina. That doubtless went back to Tutina’s protest when the young man had invited her to seat herself. The older woman suspected that the young man might recall this lapse, if lapse it was, to Tutina when they were alone. Certainly, after the incident, Tutina had appeared to be uneasy, and perhaps apprehensive.
    The older woman recalled that the young man had made a casual reference to “discipline.” She had not understand the reference, but, somehow, it had frightened her. She recalled that the reference had been made easily, almost in passing, treating it