Burns regarded them both. "And I suppose you think you and Mrs. John Leaver are just such another pair?" he said then, to his friend. "Just such another," was the decided answer. The car came to a standstill before a stately stone house, its walls heavy with English ivy. In another minute the entrance doors were open, and the party were inside. A radiant figure in white was clasping Ellen Burns in eager arms, while a blithe voice cried: "Oh, my dear, this is so good, so good of you! We couldn't be entirely satisfied until we had seen you here!" "Seeing _you_ here," declared Burns, shaking hands vigorously, when his turn came, and regarding Charlotte with approving eyes, "reminds me of one of Jack Leaver's favourite old maxims, which he used unsparingly while he was chumming with me: 'A place for everything and everything in its place.' The demonstration of that, raised to the nth power, is certainly what I now see before me!" Charlotte's glowing eyes met her husband's fixed upon her. She gave him back his smile before she answered Burns: "Thank you, Dr. Red Pepper. Your approval was all that was lacking." "Didn't I cable my approval with a reckless disregard of expense?" "Indeed you did. But you couldn't cable the italics that are in your face--and it was the italics that we wanted!" Upstairs in the rooms of old-time elegance and comfort to which Charlotte assigned them, Burns demanded to know how such quarters looked to his wife. "You could put our whole house into that great living-room of theirs," he asserted. "As for these two rooms, they would take in our whole upper story. Don't you suppose stopping here will make you feel cramped at home?" Ellen, arranging her hair before a low dressing-table of priceless old mahogany, shook her head at him in the mirror. "Not a bit," she denied. "You used to live in a home like this one." "Not nearly so fine. Dr. Leaver is a rich man by inheritance, entirely apart from his practice. Between the two he must have a very large yearly income. My family was not a rich one, only--" "Only old and distinguished. Leaver has both--family and money. Not to mention power. Your friend Charlotte ought to be a happy woman." "She surely ought, and is. But not happier than the woman you see before you." Burns came close, lifted a strand of silky dark hair and drew it through his fingers. Then he stooped and put it to his lips. "You stand by the country doctor, do you?" he murmured. "Always and forever, dear." "And yet you are a city woman, born and bred." "What has that to do with it? I should rather drive in the Green Imp over the country hills with you than ride in the most superb limousine in Baltimore--with any one else." He gathered her close in his arms for a minute. "Begone, dull envy," said he. "From this moment I'll rejoice with Jack over every worldly possession and envy him nothing, not even the power to give his wife everything the world counts riches."