At the same moment Brock bounded across the room and pounced eagerly upon the welcome intruder.
"Good Gawd!" gasped Odell-Carney.

"Wot's all this ?" His wife suddenly began fanning herself, searching for breath.
"_This_ is my husband!" cried Edith, triumph in her voice, tears in her eyes, as she faced the astonished observers.

"Now, what have you to say ?" It was a perfectly natural but not an especially obvious question.

The little manager threw up his hands and cried out in a sad mixture of French, English and Helvetian,-- "What?
Another husband?
Madam, how many more do you propose to inflict us with?
We cannot allow it! The management will not permit you to change husbands the instant a new guest arrives in the house.

It is not to be heard of--no, no!" "Are you afraid that the books won't balance ?" asked Brock with a joyous grin, a great load off his heart.