If I telephone in the morning, you've gone shopping with Marie.

If I want you in the afternoon for something, you're at the dressmaker's with Marie.

If I call in the evening--" "I'm here," interrupted Billy, with decision.
"Oh, yes, you're here," admitted Bertram, aggrievedly, "and so are dozens of napkins, miles of table-cloths, and yards upon yards of lace and flummydiddles you call 'doilies.' They all belong to Marie, and they fill your arms and your thoughts full, until there isn't an inch of room for me.

Billy, when is this thing going to end ?" Billy laughed softly.

Her eyes danced.
"The twelfth;--that is, there'll be a--pause, then." "Well, I'm thankful if--eh ?" broke off the man, with a sudden change of manner.