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II
It is a common custom to refer to the usual complication between one man and two ladies； or one lady and two men； or a lady and a man and a nobleman； orwell； any of those problemsas the triangle。 But they are never unqualified triangles。 They are always isoscelesnever equilateral。 So； upon the coming of Nevada Warren； she and Gilbert and Barbara Ross lined up into such a figurative triangle； and of that triangle Barbara formed the hypotenuse。
One morning old Jerome was lingering long after breakfast over the dullest morning paper in the city before setting forth to his down… town fly…trap。 He had become quite fond of Nevada； finding in her much of his dead brother's quiet independence and unsuspicious frankness。
A maid brought in a note for Miss Nevada Warren。
〃A messenger…boy delivered it at the door； please；〃 she said。 〃He's waiting for an answer。〃
Nevada； who was whistling a Spanish waltz between her teeth； and watching the carriages and autos roll by in the street； took the envelope。 She knew it was from Gilbert； before she opened it； by the little gold palette in the upper left…hand corner。
After tearing it open she pored over the contents for a while； absorbedly。 Then； with a serious face； she went and stood at her uncle's elbow。
〃Uncle Jerome； Gilbert is a nice boy； isn't he？〃
〃Why； bless the child！〃 said old Jerome； crackling his paper loudly； 〃of course he is。 I raised him myself。〃
〃He wouldn't write anything to anybody that wasn't exactlyI mean that everybody couldn't know and read； would he？〃
〃I'd just like to see him try it；〃 said uncle； tearing a handful from his newspaper。 〃Why； what〃
〃Read this note he just sent me； uncle； and see if you think it's all right and proper。 You see； I don't know much about city people and their ways。〃
Old Jerome threw his paper down and set both his feet upon it。 He took Gilbert's note and fiercely perused it twice； and then a third time。
〃Why； child；〃 said he； 〃you had me almost excited； although I was sure of that boy。 He's a duplicate of his father； and he was a gilt…edged diamond。 He only asks if you and Barbara will be ready at four o'clock this afternoon for an automobile drive over to Long Island。 I don't see anything to criticise in it except the stationery。 I always did hate that shade of blue。〃
〃Would it be all right to go？〃 asked Nevada； eagerly。
〃Yes； yes； yes； child； of course。 Why not？ Still； it pleases me to see you so careful and candid。 Go； by all means。〃
〃I didn't know；〃 said Nevada； demurely。 〃I thought I'd ask you。 Couldn't you go with us； uncle？〃
〃I？ No； no； no； no！ I've ridden once in a car that boy was driving。 Never again！ But it's entirely proper for you and Barbara to go。 Yes； yes。 But I will not。 No； no； no； no！〃
Nevada flew to the door； and said to the maid：
〃You bet we'll go。 I'll answer for Miss Barbara。 Tell the boy to say to Mr。 Warren； 'You bet we'll go。'〃
〃Nevada；〃 called old Jerome； 〃pardon me； my dear； but wouldn't it be as well to send him a note in reply？ Just a line would do。〃
〃No； I won't bother about that；〃 said Nevada； gayly。 〃Gilbert will understandhe always does。 I never rode in an automobile in my life； but I've paddled a canoe down Little Devil River through the Lost Horse Canon； and if it's any livelier than that I'd like to know！〃
III
Two months are supposed to have elapsed。
Barbara sat in the study of the hundred…thousand…dollar house。 It was a good place for her。 Many places are provided in the world where men and women may repair for the purpose of extricating themselves from divers difficulties。 There are cloisters； wailing…places； watering… places； confessionals； hermitages； lawyer's offices； beauty parlors； air…ships； and studies； and the greatest of these are studies。
It usually takes a hypotenuse a long time to discover that it is the longest side of a triangle。 But it's a long line that has no turning。
Barbara was alone。 Uncle Jerome and Nevada had gone to the theatre。 Barbara had not cared to go。 She wanted to stay at home and study in the study。 If you； miss； were a stunning New York girl； and saw every day that a brown； ingenuous Western witch was getting hobbles and a lasso on the young man you wanted for yourself； you； too； would lose taste for the oxidized…silver setting of a musical comedy。
Barbara sat by the quartered…oak library table。 Her right arm rested upon the table； and her dextral fingers nervously manipulated a sealed letter。 The letter was addressed to Nevada Warren； and in the upper left…hand corner of the envelope was Gilbert's little gold palette。 It had been delivered at nine o'clock； after Nevada had left。
Barbara would have given her pearl necklace to know what the letter contained； but she could not open and read it by the aid of steam； or a pen…handle； or a hair…pin； or any of the generally approved methods； because her position in society forbade such an act。 She had tried to read some of the lines of the letter by holding the envelope up to a strong light and pressing it hard against the paper； but Gilbert had too good a taste in stationery to make that possible。
At eleven…thirty the theatre…goers returned。 it was a delicious winter night。 Even so far as from the cab to the door they were powdered thickly with the big flakes downpouring diagonally from the cast。 Old Jerome growled good…naturedly about villanous cab service and blockaded streets。 Nevada； colored like a rose； with sapphire eyes； babbled of the stormy nights in the mountains around dad's cabin。 During all these wintry apostrophes； Barbara； cold at heart； sawed woodthe only appropriate thing she could think of to do。
Old Jerome went immediately up…stairs to hot…water…bottles and quinine。 Nevada fluttered into the study； the only cheerfully lighted room； subsided into an arm…chair； and； while at the interminable task of unbuttoning her elbow gloves； gave oral testimony as to the demerits of the 〃show。〃
〃Yes； I think Mr。 Fields is really amusingsometimes；〃 said Barbara。 〃Here is a letter for you； dear； that came by special delivery just after you had gone。〃
〃Who is it from？〃 asked Nevada； tugging at a button。
〃Well； really；〃 said Barbara； with a smile； 〃I can only guess。 The envelope has that queer little thing in one corner that Gilbert calls a palette； but which looks to me rather like a gilt heart on a school… girl's valentine。〃
〃I wonder what he's writing to me about〃 remarked Nevada； listlessly。
〃We're all alike；〃 said Barbara； 〃all women。 We try to find out what is in a letter by studying the postmark。 As a last resort we use scissors； and read it from the bottom upward。 Here it is。〃
She made a motion as if to toss the letter across the table to Nevada。
〃Great catamounts！〃 exclaimed Nevada。 〃These centre…fire buttons are a nuisance。 I'd rather wear buckskins。 Oh； Barbara； please shuck the hide off that letter and read it。 It'll be midnight before I get these gloves off！〃
〃Why； dear； you don't want me to open Gilbert's letter to you？ It's for you； and you wouldn't wish any o