fine inspiration. "But if you take her back we can all see her--
every day!"

The actor gazed upon him sternly, but with sensitive lips
beginning to quiver. He spoke uncertainly.

"Well," he began. "I'm no stubborn Frenchman--"

"Do it!" cried Canby.

Then Potter's expression changed; he looked queer.

He clapped his hands loudly;--Sato appeared.

"Sato, take that stuff out." He pointed to the untouched
whiskey. "Order supper at ten o'clock--for five people.
Champagne. Orchids. Get me a taxicab in half an hour."

"Yisso!"

Tinker rose, astounded. "Taxicab? Where you--"

"To Brooklyn!" shouted Potter with shining eyes. "She'll drive
with me if I bring them both, I guess, won't she?"

He began to sing:

"For to-night we'll merry, merry be!
For to-night we'll merry, merry be--"