"And I asked Adoree Demorest," she said.

Bob grinned and then laughed with her. "Fine!" he cried. "Both
members of this club. Really, this ought to make the best finish
fight seen in New York for many a day."

"I don't care," Lorelei said, stubbornly. "Adoree is the most
misjudged person in America, and Pope ought to know the truth."

As she flitted back and forth preparing dinner Bob kept up a
ceaseless chatter that did much to lessen their constraint. She
was conscious through it all of his admiration, but it still
seemed to be the admiration of a stranger, not of a husband; never
for one moment had either of them felt the binding force of their
new relationship; never had they been farther apart than now.

Adoree's surprise at finding Robert Wharton in her friend's
apartment was intense, and when she learned the truth she was for
once in her life speechless. She could only stare from one to the
other, wavering between consternation and delight. Finally she sat
down limply.

"I--I'd have brought a present if I'd known," she managed to say.

"Are you going to wish us luck?" Bob inquired.

"Luck! You've both got it. She's the best girl in the world, and
you're--" Adoree hesitated, and continued to stare, round-eyed. "I
didn't think you'd--I didn't think she'd--I don't know what I
thought or didn't think. But--Jimminy! MARRIED!" When Lorelei led