CHAPTER VI

The luncheon party at the 'Milan' had its surprises. Stephen and George Henry, with their guests, had scarcely seated themselves when the fair-haired young lady who had occupied the table on their right the day before strolled in alone and gazed around the room in a disappointed manner. Miss Whitney stretched out her hand and the two embraced affectionately. There was not the slightest suggestion of conspiracy in their greeting. "You dear thing!" Miss Peggy gushed. "How sweet you're looking!" "I am so happy!" her f…