"She can't help her name! It was probably wished on her by her
parents in baptism--"

"It probably was not! She was probably christened Mary Jane!"

"You seem to know a lot about her."

"I know all I want to; and you have reached the end of your
acquaintance with her and her set. You are not to go there,
Eunice, and that's all there is about it."

The Emburys were in Eunice's bedroom. Sanford was in evening
dress and was about to leave for his club. Eunice, who had
dined in a negligee, was donning an elaborate evening costume.
She had dismissed her maid when Embury came into the room,
and was herself adjusting the finishing touches. Her gown of
henna-colored chiffon, with touches of gold embroidery, was most
becoming to her dark beauty, and some fine ornaments of ancient
carved gold gave an Oriental touch to her appearance. She stood
before a long mirror, noting the details of her gown, and showed
an irritating lack of attention to Embury's last dictum.

"You heard me, Eunice?" he said, caustically, his hand on the
doorknob.

"Not being deaf, I did," she returned, without looking toward
him.

"And you will obey me?" He turned back, and reaching her side, he