It was as if Vesuvius had emitted a puff of tobacco smoke. The metamorphosis of the "Harlem Gorilla" into the husband of Madame Paulette was astoundingly complete. Harry Kelly’s Van Dyke beard and fashionably tailored clothes alone would have effected a radical change in his appearance. Kelly was transformed not only physically but psychically. His muscles were still the muscles of a Titan, but his nerves had become the nerves of a fanciful man or a delicate woman. Mazie, who was no student of spiritual transformations, went up to the desk at which Kelly sat and began to tidy it. She whisked away stray papers and envelopes that lay near his hands with much the same air that a waiter lashes the crumbs off a table to speed the lingering guest. He grew more and more fidgety, but she showed him no mercy. "Janet didn’t know those St. Hilaires were coming this morning," she finally volunteered. "But you can gamble on it that Cornelia knew. When my fine gentleman got off his prancing horse and marched into the reception room clanking spurs and all, Corny was right there on the job in her softest, sweetest tone. My! butter wouldn’t melt in her mouth. And all the time Janet hangs in the background, saying she’s too busy to go out, and looking as stubborn as a mule. When gentle Janet gets that stubborn expression, it means: You can move the Woolworth Building, but you can’t move me!" "Then why in thunder did she go?" "Because that St. Hilaire kid got busy with her. A pretty little kid, a regular father’s darling, the kind that coos away like a turtledove till she gets everything she wants and a tidy slice of the moon extra. Well, she draped herself pathetically around Janet—all that heartstring stuff—and Janet, like any fool of a man, fell for the pathos." "You can’t persuade me that Janet didn’t want to go," said Kelly, gloomily. "I won’t try to, then. Just the same, she didn’t. That’s the weird part of it." "What’s weird about it?" "Why, she doesn’t want to marry that millionaire and he’s crazy to get her. Gee, some people have all the luck." "If she doesn’t want him, where’s the luck?" said Kelly, with the logic of simplicity.