"You keep your mind on that toast," Delia was dishing up the omelette, "and don't you forget that Miss Diana isn't the kind that a man goes back on. She could have had a dozen richer men than the doctor. But she didn't want them, and maybe she doesn't want him, but don't you get it into your head that he wants anybody else." Little Jane sniffed. "You can't tell about men," she said, as she went out of the door with Bettina's tray. Bettina, sitting up in bed, welcomed little Jane with enthusiasm. She ate everything from strawberries to omelette with a hearty appetite, then she lay comfortably, looking out toward the eastern horizon where the smoky streak of a steamer showed faintly. Presently Sophie came in with a gown of white serge--of simple lines, with wide collar and cuffs of sheer embroidered muslin. "Diana insisted that I should get some white things in Paris," she said, as she laid it over a chair. "She hoped that I might be induced to dress in something besides black, but I can't, and so I am sure that you will be willing to wear these out for me, my dear." Bettina put one bare foot on the floor, then the other, then she fluttered across the room like a white butterfly and embraced Mrs. Martens. "It's lovely, only it doesn't seem quite right for me to take everything." "It is right. They would lie in my trunks until they were out of fashion. There's a white felt hat that goes with this, and a long white coat, and Diana is going to take you over to town this morning to get white shoes and gloves and a veil." "I thought we were to lunch on Bobbie Tucker's yacht." "We were--but Bobbie has just telephoned that his yacht has to go to the yard for repairs--something happened last night--so Justin will take us for a ride." "Oh," said Bettina. "Mr. Ford?" "Yes. Justin has put his car at our disposal. He'll drive us to-day, but when he can't there's the chauffeur--it's very kind of him." "He's awfully good looking," said Bettina in a cool little voice, "but don't you think he's terribly conceited, Mrs. Martens?"