"I suppose so. Only, all of them are not so sure of the kind of man he will be as I was." John Ryder was vastly puzzled again. He gazed down at her as she lay there in his arms and asked: "Do--do you think I fill the bill?" "Oh, not altogether as to looks, perhaps. You know, hubby, you are not a bit romantic looking." and she smiled at him roguishly. "No. I suppose I am not--thank fortune!" and he grinned in return. "If I wore my hair long, and sported a velvet jacket and broad collar, for instance---- Well! what do you suppose they would do with me in business?" "I know. You are awfully practical. That really is surprising," she murmured. "But the minute you took my hands and I looked into your eyes----" "On the dock, you mean?" he asked. "Yes, on the dock where I waited for you." "And _then_?" "Why, then I knew I loved you. I wasn't sure before. If you hadn't been--well--just you, I'd have run away and you'd never have seen me again, hubby. I made up my mind to that." "To run away from me if I didn't suit?" "Yes." "And yet you sent your trunks to the station just the same?" and he laughed into her blushing face. "Oh, but that was only so as to be ready to go with you if you proved to be as nice as you did. Otherwise--well, there are other places on the Pennsylvania Road to go to, besides Pinewood." "So I measured up, when you had considered everything, to your idea of what a husband should be?" "Oh, yes, dear! You were all that was to be desired," and she patted his cheek tenderly. "Say!" exclaimed Ryder, "I'm not sure I'll be able to wear my hat tomorrow. I can feel my head increasing in size momently. You'll make me conceited." "No. Only proud." "Ah, I'm the proudest man alive to get you!" "Now, you mustn't say that. I am just a poor girl. I would have to work hard for my living all my life if you hadn't come for me." "Nobody else, of course, would have taken pity on you?" he laughed. "Ah, but there could have been nobody else. You were meant for me. You were the only one." "I'm glad you saw it that way," he laughed, "and realized what a stage career meant before it was too late." She turned squarely to look at him then, a puzzled little frown marring her brow. "What--what did you say?" she asked. They were both startled the next moment by a shriek from the inner room. "Help! I'm--I'm robbed! My rings--my brooches--my necklace! I know I am robbed!" It was the hysterical voice of Mrs. Judson. They heard her bound out of bed. The whole house seemed to rock when she landed on the bedroom floor. "Huh!" ejaculated a sharp voice behind the bride and bridegroom, "about what I expected." It was Miss Solomons. How she had got into the suite Ryder did not ask. His wife had started for the inner room, crying: "Oh, poor Mrs. Judson! I really forgot her."