'He had money enough of his own,' Josephine went on,—'he had no business to marry you. Well—marriage is a lottery, they say; and I have drawn John Charteris. I suppose I must wear him out. If I could wear him out!—If it was only Jack Charteris!—but he is the sort of man you couldn't say "Jack" to. Spend the winter here? No, I think not. I shall go to Washington by and by. But I don't see that it signifies much where one is; life is flat when one can't flirt; and John won't let me do that any more, unless I do it on the sly. Do you expect to have anything in the world your own way, with Dane Rollo?' Hazel felt herself (privately) getting rather "furious" now. Yet the girl at her side stirred her pity, too. 'What sort of man can you say "Jack" to?' she enquired, as if she had heard no question. 'You know. A fellow that's anyhow jolly. What are all these things here for?' 'If I were you,' said Hazel, 'I would make Mr. Charteris so "jolly" (lend me your word for once) that he would be delighted to have me say "Jack." ' 'I don't want him to be delighted,' said Josephine, 'nor to call him Jack. And a man that smokes all the time can't be made jolly. He didn't use to let me see it, you know; and now he don't care. He ought to live in a house by himself, that's all chimney!' 'Counter attractions would work a cure,' said Wych Hazel, ready to laugh at her own suddenly developed wisdom. 'If you make yourself disagreeable, Josephine, I should think he _would_ smoke, and hide you in a haze.' 'I don't!' said the girl indignantly. 'And nothing on earth will cure a man who smokes. He likes it better than anything except money; far better than me. Try to get your husband——' Josephine broke suddenly off. The door had opened noiselessly, and Mrs. Powder entered, followed immediately by Miss Molly Seaton. Greetings and congratulations passed of course, according to form. 'Dane is not at home, my dear?' said the elder lady. 'Husbands are not gallant in these days, mamma,' said Josephine. 'But Mr. Rollo is!' said Molly rashly. 'So it seems,' said Josephine laughing. 'Left his lady-love to put his affairs in order; while he is having a good sleighride somewhere, you bet! But you see, she is busy, like a good child.' 'And what _are_ you doing, my dear?' said Mrs. Powder. Juts then the set of Hazel's head would have told keen eyes what she was doing _mentally_. She was still in her camelshair morning robe; the scarlet folds and the white apron, and herself, making a brilliant spot down among the packages. 'I am putting Mr. Rollo's affairs in order,' she said composedly. 'My dear,' said Mrs. Powder benevolently, 'I am sure he does not want you to open his packages for him.' 'I should think you were going to open a shop, if I didn't know better,' remarked Molly in evident great curiosity.