"It certainly doesn't now. Hold on--don't wriggle. I've got it now. I've found the combination. Three turns to the right, five to the left, clear around once, then--Hullo! I've come out wrong. The thing doesn't track at the bottom." "You've missed a hook." "Oh, no. I hung onto 'em all the way down." "Then you missed an eye. You'll have to unhook it all and begin again." Anthony obeyed. "I'm glad I don't have to get into my clothes around the corner this way," he commented. "Here you are. We stuck to the schedule this time." "Wait, dear. You haven't fastened the shoulder. There are ever so many little hooks along there and around the arm hole." "I should say there were. What's the good of so many?--Where do they begin? Look out--wait a minute--Juliet, if you don't stop twisting around so I never can do it. I can do great, heroic acts, it's the little trials that floor me--There--no!--that doesn't look right." Juliet ran to the mirror. "It isn't right," she cried. "Look--that corner shouldn't lap over like that. Oh, if I could only reach myself!" "You can't--I've often tried it. The human anatomy--Stand still, Julie--you're getting nervous." "If there's one thing that's trying----" murmured Juliet. "Why do you let your dressmakers build your frocks this way? Why not get into 'em all in front, where you can see what you're doing?--Now I've got it. Isn't that right?" "Yes. Wait, Tony--here's the girdle. It fastens behind." Anthony surveyed the incomprehensible affair of silk and velvet ribbon she put into his hands. "Looks like a head-stall to me," he said. Juliet laughed and fitted it about her own waist. Anthony attempted to make it join at the back of the points she held out to him. "It won't come together," he said. "Oh, yes, it will. Draw it tight." "I am drawing it tight. It's smaller than you are. You can't wear it." Juliet laughed again. Anthony tugged. "Wait till I hold my breath," she said. "_Great guns!_" he ejaculated, and by the exertion of much force fastened the girdle. Then he stood off a step or two and looked at his wife curiously. Flushed and laughing she returned his gaze. "Can you breathe?" he asked solicitously. "Of course I can." "What with?" "It is a little tight, of course," she admitted. "This is one of my trousseau dresses. I've grown a little stouter, I suppose. Never mind, I can stand it for to-night. Thank you very much. You must hurry now, Tony." "I haven't had my pay for playing maid," he said, and came close. He surveyed his wife's fair neck and shoulders, turned her around and deliberately kissed the soft hollow where the firm white flesh of her neck met the waving brown hair drawn lightly upwards. "That's the spot that tantalized me for about six years," he observed. Hunting hurriedly through various drawers and boxes in the blue-and-white room, in search of gloves and fan, Juliet heard her husband come in his turn to her open door.