brought him home to you. I was too jealous.
But now--well, now maybe I want him to see
what he's lost.''

``_Bertram!_''

But Bertram only laughed mischievously, and
called a gay ``Good-by till to-night, then!''

Billy, at her end of the wires, hung up the
receiver and backed against the wall a little
palpitatingly.

Calderwell! To dinner--Calderwell! Did
she remember Calderwell? Did she, indeed! As
if one could easily forget the man that, for a year
or two, had proposed marriage as regularly (and
almost as lightly!) as he had torn a monthly leaf
from his calendar! Besides, was it not he, too,
who had said that Bertram would never love any
girl, _really_; that it would be only the tilt of her
chin or the turn of her head that he loved--to
paint? And now he was coming to dinner--and
with Bertram.

Very well, he should see! He should see that
Bertram _did_ love her; _her_--not the tilt of her
chin nor the turn of her head. He should see how
happy they were, what a good wife she made, and
how devoted and _satisfied_ Bertram was in his