AUSTIN. Of course, dear; only I want to say this one thing to you: to suspect unjustly a _true_ love is to insult that love! JINNY. I didn't really suspect you. AUSTIN. Of course I know you didn't; this is only by way of a grandfatherly warning! It is possible to insult a true love too often--and love can die-- JINNY. Sh! don't, please, say any more. You have forgiven me, haven't you? AUSTIN. Yes! JINNY. Then kiss me! AUSTIN. [_Smiling._] Here! My dear, some one will see us! JINNY. No, only Apollo; see, there's no one else about--it's luncheon hour! AUSTIN. But-- [_Taking her hand._ JINNY. [_Pulling him._] Come along, then, behind the statue. No one will see us there! [_They are behind the statue a moment and then come around the other side._ JINNY. There! no one saw us, and I'm so _happy_, are you? AUSTIN. _"So happy!"_ [_JINNY takes his arm and they go to the Left entrance. She stops and looks up at him._ JINNY. Are my eyes _green_ now? AUSTIN. Now they're _blue_! JINNY. Hurrah! and I'm going, from now on, to be _so good_, you won't know me. [_And hugging his arm tight they go out as_-- THE CURTAIN FALLS ACT III (_Three weeks later_) _The Austins' library; a warm, attractive room, with dark woodwork, and the walls hung in crimson brocade; Dutch marqueterie furniture; blue and white china on the mantel and tops of the book shelves; carbon photographs of pictures by Reynolds, Ronney, and Gainsborough on the wall. There is a double window at the back. A door at Right leads to the hall, and another on the Left side of the room leads to JINNY's own room. MRS. TILLMAN sits at a pianola Right, playing "Tell me, Pretty Maiden"; she stops once in a while, showing that she is unaccustomed to the instrument. JINNY enters from Left, singing as her mother plays._ JINNY. Darling mother! [_She puts her arms about her and kisses her._ [_They come away from the pianola together, to a big arm-chair._ MRS. TILLMAN. I really must get one of those sewing-machine pianos for your father. I believe even he could play it, and it would be lots of amusement for us. JINNY. Jack adores it; I gave it to him for an anniversary present. MRS. TILLMAN. What anniversary? [_Sitting in the chair._ JINNY. Day before yesterday. The eleventh Tuesday since our marriage. Have you been in town all day? I _am_ glad to see you! [_She sits on the arm of the chair with her arm about her mother._ MRS. TILLMAN. Yes, and I told your father to meet me here and we'd take the six-thirty train from Long Island City. JINNY. Jack and I are going to the theatre to-night. MRS. TILLMAN. I thought they were all closed! JINNY. Oh, no, there are several musical comedies on,--Jack's favorite form of amusement,--and I've bought the tickets myself for a sort of birthday party. MRS. TILLMAN. Is it his birthday? JINNY. No, that's only my excuse!