"If I am beautiful to-night you ought to love me.

Do you love me, Janetta?
Really _love_ me?
Could you imagine," she went on, with a whimsical spoiled shake of her head, "any one else doing it ?" Janet's fingers closed tightly on the arm of her chair.
Was it coming already, then?
"Yes," she said slowly, "I could imagine it well." "More than one ?" Elfrida insisted prettily.

"More than two or three?
A dozen, perhaps ?" "Quite a dozen," Janet smiled.

"Is that to be the limit of your heartless proceedings ?" "I don't know how soon one would grow tired of it.

Maybe in three or four years.