She told Bertram, indeed, that if he did anything to make her any prouder, it would take an Annex the size of the Boston Opera House to hold her extra happiness.
"Sh-h, Billy! Some one will hear you," protested Bertram, tragically; but, in spite of his horrified voice, he did not look displeased.
For the first time Billy met Marguerite Winthrop that evening.

At the outset there was just a bit of shyness and constraint in the young wife's manner.

Billy could not forget her old insane jealousy of this beautiful girl with the envied name of Marguerite.

But it was for only a moment, and soon she was her natural, charming self.
Miss Winthrop was fascinated, and she made no pretense of hiding it.

She even turned to Bertram at last, and cried: "Surely, now, Mr.Henshaw, you need never go far for a model! Why don't you paint your wife ?" Billy colored.