A few hours later the bridal couple turned up at the Madagascar. Miriam was beautiful and beautifully dressed, but feeling sure of her position now, she made no attempt to curb her arrogance. She believed that she owned the Madagascar and acted accordingly. The hotel servants cringed--and detested her. Bobo was correspondingly depressed and anxious-looking. Their unannounced arrival hardly surprised Jack. He was in expectation of a call for funds. Miriam immediately demanded to be shown through the suite. "So that I can choose which rooms I will take." Jack, amused by the comedy, accompanied her and Bobo on the tour of inspection. Jack's room, the next room but one to the Dutch room, seemed to please her most. Perhaps it was because she knew it was Jack's room. "I'll take this for my bedroom," she said, "but the furniture is ghastly. It will have to be completely done over. Bobo's room shall be my boudoir." Bobo glanced anxiously at Jack. "You can have my room of course," he said quickly. "But this is Jack's room." It seemed as if she had just been lying in wait for him to say something like this. She whirled on him. "Well, and am I supposed to give way to your secretary? If you're willing to give up the best rooms to the servants I'm not!" "Miriam is right," said Jack. "I'll move into the two little rooms at the back; Silas Gyde's old suite." "Hereafter please address me as Mrs. Norman," said Miriam haughtily. "Certainly, Mrs. Norman," said Jack demurely. To himself he added: "Oh, lady, lady, it's a shame to let you in so bad! When the truth come out the shock will surely kill you!" "And while we are away," added Miriam, "go to a first class decorator, and arrange to have my two rooms done. I will have the boudoir hung in pale yellow silk brocade, and the bedroom in a softer material, pink. Samples can be sent me." Jack bowed. "You're going away again?" he asked politely. "Oh, yes, Bobo just came in to get some money." Bobo bent an imploring glance on him. Jack had his things carried into the back rooms, and put all in order there. "Thank God! I can escape the sound of her voice!" he said to himself. "Where, oh where is that sweet murmur with which she used to woo us! Bobo's awakening has come even sooner than I expected. She might have given him a few days' run for his money. What a story this will make to tell Kate later. But the poor fat kid is in such a deuce of a hole it really spoils the comedy!" Presently Bobo applied at the door of Jack's sitting-room with a pitiful hang-dog air. "Come in!" said Jack cheerfully. Bobo shambled in, and flung himself in a chair. "Don't bawl me out!" he said beseechingly. "I'm just about all in!" "I'm not going to say much," returned Jack. "But I'm only human. You can't expect me to keep my mouth shut altogether." "I wish I were dead!" said Bobo.