Thank goodness, the music will drown her war talk.

Good-by." She nodded here and there and left, to be driven home with her adipose chow in a Rolls-Royce.
Christine Hurley touched a photograph that stood on Joan's desk.

"Who's this good-looking person ?" she asked.
"My husband," said Joan.
"Oh, really! When are we to see something of him ?" "Oh, I don't know," said Joan.

"He's about somewhere." Miss Hurley laughed.

"It's like that already, is it?
Haven't you only just been married ?" "Yes," said Joan lightly, "but we've begun where most people leave off.
It's a great saving of time and temper!" The sophisticated Christine, no longer in the first flush of giddy youth, still unmarried after four enterprising years, was surprised into looking with very real interest at the girl who had been until that moment merely a hostess.