"By the way, do you remember William Canfield Brewer, the original advertiser who got moved out when I moved in? Well, between you and me, almost for a while I did begin to see some charms in matrimony. He came again, and was properly introduced. And took me for a drive,--it seems he had just collected his salary,--and he came again, and we went to the park, and he came again. And that was when I began to see the halo around the wedding bells. One night he was telling me his experiences in saving money,--uproariously funny, my dear, for he never could save more than five dollars a month, and ran in debt fifteen dollars to encompass it. He said: "'My wife used to say it was harder work for me to carry my salary home from the office than to earn it right at the start.' "I laughed,--I thought of course it was a joke. I guess the laugh was revealing, for he turned around suddenly and said: "'You knew I was married, didn't you, Connie?' First time he ever called me Connie. "Well, the halo vanished like a flash and hasn't got back yet. "I said, 'No, I didn't know it.' "'Why, everybody knows it,' he expostulated. "'I did not.' "'We are devoted to each other,' he said, laughing lightly, 'but we find our devotion wears better at long distance. So she lives wherever I do not, and we get along like birdies in their little nest. I haven't seen her for two years.' "Then he went on with his financial experiences, evidently calling the subject closed. "When he started home, he said, 'Well, what shall we do Sunday?' "'Nothing, together. You are married.' "'Well, I don't get any fun out of it, do I?' "'No, maybe not. But I have a hunch I won't get much fun out of it, either.' "'I forgot about the parsonage.' He considered a moment. 'All right, I'll hunt her up and have her get a divorce,' he volunteered cheerfully. "He was very puzzled and perplexed when I vetoed that. He says I can't have the true artistic temperament, I am so ghastly religious. At any rate, I have not seen him since, and have not answered his notes. Now, don't weep over me, Carol, and think my young affections were trifled with. They weren't--because they didn't have time. But I am not taking any chances. "Henceforth I get my sentiment second hand. "The girl at our table, Emily Jarvis, who is a spherist, attributes all the good fortune that has come to you and David to the fact that at heart you are in harmony with the spheres. You don't know what a spherist is, and neither do I. But it includes a lot of musical terms, and metaphors, and is something like Christian Science and New Thought, only more so. Spherists believe in a life of harmony, and somehow or other they get the spheres back of it, and believe in immaterial matter, and that all physical manifestations are negative, and the only positive, or affirmative, is 'harmony.'