"Good! That's what I like about you, Jane, no shilly-shallying, just going straight after things." "Will you remember that if you find me going after things you do not approve of?" she smiled. "Let's go get a license. Do you mind a justice-of-the-peace ceremony?" "No; I prefer it." "Bully for you. Where's my hat?" "In the bedroom closet." "How the deuce did it get in there?" "I put it there. You kicked it under the couch when you were inspecting the pictures this morning." "Was that this morning? It seems years ago," he said. "Jane, you won't make me keep my hat in that closet, will you?" he asked, when he came back with hat, stick, and gloves. "I shall not marry you to reform you," she answered. "Come on, then, if you're ready." They went to the City Hall, talking of all kinds of irrelevant things. They were an incongruous-looking pair, the striking, smartly dressed man, and his working girl companion. "I suppose this is the kind of thing they talked in the tumbrils," he said suddenly. "Are you frightened--shall we go back?" she asked. "No. I'm only joking." When they were getting the license, Jerry said to her: "How old are you, Jane?" "Twenty-eight." "Is that all? I thought you were older than that." During the rest of the arrangements, and during the brief ceremony, they exchanged no words at all. Of the two, Jerry was the more nervous. When they came out into the sunlight of afternoon, he gave a deep sigh. "That's over," he said. "It was rather like any business deal, wasn't it? I opened a bank account once. It was rather like that, even more impressive," she said coolly. "That is about what we have done, isn't it? Opened a sort of mutual bank account?" She nodded. "That's what we think we've done," she amended. "Have we had any lunch?" "No. But it must be three o'clock. We can let it go. "I'm famished, and you must be, too. Let's go to the Brevoort and have a wedding breakfast, isn't that what they call it?" When they were seated at a small table, by the window, and he was inspecting the menu, he said: "I don't know any of the things you like to eat, Jane. Do you want to order for yourself?" "I would like roast chicken, a salad, and something sweet." "Coffee?" "Yes, thank you." Jerry ordered wine. When it was brought, served, and the waiter gone, he took up his glass, and leaned toward Jane. "To our experiment, Jane Paxton!" She flushed, took up her glass, and touched her lips to it in silence, because she could not speak. "Do you feel married to me, Jane?" "No," she answered, smiling. "How shall we announce it to the studio crowd? Shall we have them all in to-night, and get it over?" "No. I'd rather meet them one at a time, if you don't mind. It will get about soon enough, and I don't want any fuss." "All right. Suit yourself." "I wish you would tell Miss Roberts first, Mr. Paxton." "Call me Jerry. Why should I tell Bobs first?" "She is such a good friend; she would want to hear it from you."