"Why, you're both going to Lorelei's place, of course; then you
can make your plans to-morrow."

The bride's half-strangled protest was lost in a burst of
enthusiasm from Lilas.

"Surest thing you know," she cried; "and we'll stop in my flat for
a farewell bottle; I've got a whole case. We'll end the night with
another party at Jarvis's expense. He's crazy about marriages,
anyhow. Ha! But you needn't tell him I was--full, understand?" She
fell silent suddenly, then burst into a loud laugh. "Bah! I should
worry!" Jim struggled with her as for a second time she endeavored
to thrust her silken ankles through the taxi window.

The ferry drew into its slip, the cab motor shivered, the metallic
rattle of windlass and chain proclaimed the return to Manhattan.
Up the deserted avenues the vehicle sped, while inside the white-
faced bride cowered with fingers locked and heart sick with dread.




CHAPTER XIV


Hitchy Koo had gone home. When Lilas ushered her friends in and
snapped on the lights, the apartment, save for the delirious
spaniel, was unoccupied. She flung down her hat, coat, and gloves,
then, with the help of Jim, prepared glasses and a cooler. Lorelei