ENTER MR.

BOMFORD! "I have decided," Edith remarked, stopping the swinging of the hammock with her foot, "to write and ask Mr.Bomford to come and spend the week-end here." Burton shook his head.
"Please don't think of it," he begged.

"It would completely upset me.
I should not be able to do another stroke of work." "You and your work!" Edith murmured, looking down at him.

"What about me?
What is the use of being engaged if I may not have my fiance come and see me sometimes ?" "You don't want him," Burton declared, confidently.
"But I do," she insisted, "if only to stop your making love to me." "I do not make love to you," he asserted.

"I am in love with you.
There is a difference." "But you ought not to be in love with me--you have a wife," she reminded him.
"A wife who lives at Garden Green does not count," he assured her.
"Besides, it was the other fellow who married her.