Let me see where the story begins. Perhaps I can date it from the telephone invitation to dinner which I received one Monday from my dear and kind friend Mrs. Whyte. "And see that you are just as clever and agreeable as your naturally morose nature will permit," she said saucily. "I have a charming young lady here as my guest, and I want you to make a good impression." "Another?" I gasped. "So soon?" "I don't wonder that your voice is choked with surprise and gratitude," she retorted, and I coul