"Now you are wrong, dear," said my wife nervously. "It is not her fault that she has no latch-key. She asked for one. Yes, Archie, she even demanded it. It was very considerate of her. It is quite impossible for her ever to be back before midnight, and she hated the idea of keeping us up. It was very nice of her, and you shouldn't misjudge people, Archie. To-morrow, we will all have latch-keys. At present, we are without them, so I couldn't lend her one." "Then there is an hour and a half to wait--" "Oh, Archie,"--Letitia's eyes filled with tears--"you are getting to be a regular--husband! You talk of waiting an hour and a half--alone with me--as though it were a hardship. Oh, I'm so sorry. I never could have believed--" A stinging sense of remorse overcame me. I could have bitten out my tongue for those foolish words. I explained that it was not the hour and a half of waiting with Letitia that annoyed me; I protested that it was the principle of the thing; I insinuated that I was unstrung, and still hungry; I--but I fancy that Letitia understood. She smiled again, and declared that she was too sensitive--and also a bit hungry. So we went back to the drawing-room, and once more immersed ourselves in the intellectual contemplation of Venus, and Paris, and Cupid, and Diana, and Bacchus, and Thalia,--with minds out-rushing to Anna Carter. Shortly after midnight the electric bell pealed and Letitia flew to the door. "It's Anna!" she cried joyously, as though it could possibly be anybody else. Miss Carter glided in, enormous and imposing. She almost filled the hall. Letitia and I were obliged to lean tightly against the wall in order to let her pass. She surveyed Letitia's costume in bland astonishment. "Say!" she exclaimed, "don't you jes' look too cute for words! My! Ain't it stylish?" "To-morrow you must have a latch-key, Anna," said Letitia majestically. "You can now retire." The mauve silk dress made twice as much rustle as Letitia's. Its owner passed to her room, humming in a very exhilarating manner. My wife and I, a trifle awed, moved rather gloomily toward our own apartment. "An egg apiece, and some cawfee in the morning, I suppose." The words floated in to us. They came from Anna's room. Letitia looked at me, and I looked at Letitia. Certainly our handmaiden was neither abject nor cowed. Yet we were bound to uphold the spirit of independence, the very backbone of our institutions. "Anna!" called Letitia. I noticed a timid inflection in her voice but as I said nothing myself, I was unable to notice anything similar in my own. "Never call to me," Letitia ventured to remark, as cook appeared with her mauve silk bodice unbuttoned, revealing a pair of scarlet corsets, "always come. I am not at all inaccessible," she added loftily. "Yes, eggs and coffee will do for to-morrow. We shall breakfast at--" "Nine," interrupted Anna.