"How lovely. Have you told her?"

"No--I thought it would be a grand surprise."

"Tell her now, dear General. She needs to look forward."

So the General, who had been kept in the house nearly all winter by his

rheumatism, spoke of certain baths in Germany.

"I thought I'd go over and try them," he informed his small daughter,

on the day after his talk with Mary, "and you could stop and call on

Barry."

"Barry!" She made a little rush toward him. "Dad, Dad, do you mean

it?"

"Yes."

She tucked her head into his shoulder and cried for happiness. "Dad,

I've missed him so."

With this hope held out to her, Little-Lovely Leila grew radiant. Once

more her feet danced along the halls, and the music of her voice

trilled bird-like in the big rooms.

Delilah, discussing it with her artist, said: "Leila makes me believe

in Romance with a big R. But I couldn't love like that."

Colin smiled. "You'd love like a lioness. I've subdued you outwardly,

but within you are still primitive."

"I wonder----" Delilah mused.

"The man for you," Colin turned to her suddenly, "is Porter Bigelow.

Of course I'm taking it from the artist's point of view. You're made

for each other--a pair of young gods--his red head just topping your

black one--It was that way at the garden party; any one could see it."

Delilah laughed. "His eyes aren't for me. With him it is Mary

Ballard. If I were in love with him, I should hate Mary. But I don't;

I love her. And she's in love with Roger Poole."

Colin looked up from the samples from which he and Delilah were

choosing her spring wardrobe.

"Poole? I knew his wife," he said abruptly; "it was her picture that I

showed you the other night--the little saint in the Fra Angelico

pose--it didn't come to me until afterward that he might be the same

Poole of whom I had heard you speak."

Delilah swept across the room, and turned the canvas outward. "Roger

Poole's wife," she said, "of all things!" Then she stood staring

silently.

"You didn't tell us who she was."

"No," he was weighing mentally Porter's attitude in the matter, "no one

knew but Bigelow."

"And he showed this to Mary?" They looked at each other, and laughed.

"Perhaps all's fair in love," Delilah murmured, at last, "but I

wouldn't have believed it of him."




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