' The demonstration of that, raised to the nth power, is
certainly what I now see before me!"
Charlotte's glowing eyes met her husband's fixed upon her. She gave him
back his smile before she answered Burns:
"Thank you, Dr. Red Pepper. Your approval was all that was lacking."
"Didn't I cable my approval with a reckless disregard of expense?"
"Indeed you did. But you couldn't cable the italics that are in your
face--and it was the italics that we wanted!"
Upstairs in the rooms of old-time elegance and comfort to which Charlotte
assigned them, Burns demanded to know how such quarters looked to his
wife.
"You could put our whole house into that great living-room of theirs," he
asserted. "As for these two rooms, they would take in our whole upper
story. Don't you suppose stopping here will make you feel cramped at
home?"
Ellen, arranging her hair before a low dressing-table of priceless old
mahogany, shook her head at him in the mirror.
"Not a bit," she denied.
"You used to live in a home like this one."
"Not nearly so fine. Dr. Leaver is a rich man by inheritance, entirely
apart from his practice. Between the two he must have a very large yearly
income. My family was not a rich one, only--"
"Only old and distinguished. Leaver has both--family and money. Not to
mention power.
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