exactly what to say and do. He stayed in the carriage. ``Be
quick,'' he said, ``and no foolishness!''

Lena, swelling and rustling with finery and homelier than before
her troubles, little though they disturbed her, marched into the
shop and up to the end counter, where Hilda was standing.

``You are Miss Hilda Brauner?'' she said. ``I want to see you
alone.''

Hilda looked her surprise but showed Lena into the living-room,
which happened to be vacant. Lena could not begin, so intent was
she upon examining her rival. ``How plain she's dressed,'' she
thought, ``and how thin and black she is!'' But it was in vain;
she could not deceive her rising jealousy. It made her forget
her father's instructions, forget that she was supposed to hate
Feuerstein and was getting rid of him.

``I am Mrs. Carl Feuerstein,'' she cried, her face red and her
voice shrill with anger and excitement. ``And I want you to stop
flirting with my husband!''

Hilda stood petrified. Lena caught sight of a photograph on the
mantelpiece behind Hilda. She gave a scream of fury and darted
for it. ``How dare you!'' she shrieked. ``You impudent THING!''
She snatched the frame, tore it away from the photograph and
flung it upon the floor. As she gazed at that hair like a halo of
light, at those romantic features and upturned eyes, she fell to
crying and kissing them.