Hitchy Koo had gone home. When Lilas ushered her friends in and snapped on the lights, the apartment, save for the delirious spaniel, was unoccupied. She flung down her hat, coat, and gloves, then, with the help of Jim, prepared glasses and a cooler. Lorelei was restless; the thought of more wine, more ribaldry, revolted her, and yet she was grateful for this delay, brief though it promised to be. Any interruption, trivial or tragic, would be welcome. Meanwhile her husband's eyes followed her hungrily. Strangely enough, the fears that had driven her to this reckless marriage had dwindled steadily since the final words were spoken, and now these apprehensions seemed in no wise so alarming as the consequences of her rash act. She cringed at her own thoughts; they set her to shivering; she stole a glance at her husband and was not reassured, for he continued to eye her with a look she did not like. She was forced to pledge her own happiness in a glass, then in a wild moment of desperation longed to deaden herself with liquor as the others had done. Jim and Lilas were talking loudly when a key grated in the lock, the door of the little apartment opened and clicked shut again. Another instant and Jarvis Hammon paused on the threshold, glowering. Lilas's wine-glass shattered upon the floor. "Jarvis! You frightened me," she cried. "Evening, Mr. Hammon." Bob lurched to his feet, upsetting his chair. "This IS a s'prise." Jim had risen likewise, but Hammon had eyes for no one except Lilas. "Ah! You're home again, finally. Where have you been?" he demanded, in a voice heavy with anger. His hostile tone, his threatening attitude brought an uncomfortable silence upon the hearers. "Now, Jarvis," said the bridegroom, placatingly, steadying himself meanwhile with the aid of the table, "don't be a grouch. Everything's all right." Lilas remained motionless, staring defiantly. Her face had slowly whitened, and now its unpleasantness matched that of her elderly admirer. Hammon dropped his smoldering gaze to the half-empty glasses, then raised it, scowling at Jim. "Humph! Who is--this?" Lilas made her guest known. "Mr. Knight, Mr. Hammon. I believe you know Miss Knight." "So YOU'RE the one." Hammon showed his teeth in a sardonic smile. "I'm the one what?" inquired Jim, with a sickly attempt at pleasantry. "By God! What does she see in YOU?" Hammon measured the young man with contemptuous curiosity. "Don't be an ass, Jarvis," began Lilas. "I--" She was interrupted roughly. "That's precisely what I don't intend to be; and I don't intend that Bob shall be one, either." He turned to young Wharton. "What are you doing here, my boy?" he asked. "Just stopped in for a minute. You'll find all the bric-a-brac in its place." "Now don't get funny. I'm sorry to see you with these grafters." Hammon indicated Jim and Lorelei with a nod. "Eh? What's that?" Bob stiffened, and Jim murmured an indignant protest.