Billy shook her head slowly.

``I'm afraid not, Mrs. Hartwell. That isn't
the plan, now.''

``Not darken the rooms!'' exclaimed Mrs.
Hartwell. ``Why, it won't--'' She stopped
suddenly, and fell back in her seat. The look of
annoyed disappointment gave way to one of
confident relief. ``But then, _that can_ be changed,''
she finished serenely.

Billy opened her lips, but she shut them without
speaking. After a minute she opened them again.

``You might consult--Cyril--about that,''
she said in a quiet voice.

``Yes, I will,'' nodded Mrs. Hartwell, brightly.
She was looking pleased and happy again. ``I
love weddings. Don't you? You can _do_ so much
with them!''

``Can you?'' laughed Billy, irrepressibly.

``Yes. Cyril is happy, of course. Still, I
can't imagine _him_ in love with any woman.''

``I think Marie can.''