Then, with a perceptible start of recollection, he paused a moment and leaned forward to look at her more closely.

"By the way, I had a shot at your friend to-day," he said, "the lady who looks like an old picture and does verse.

Why on earth did she take to poetry ?" he demanded impatiently.
"I hate it--it's all sheer insanity." "Well, some few madmen have thought otherwise," remarked Gerty, adding immediately, "and so you met Laura.

Oh, you two! It was the irresistible force meeting the immovable body.

What happened ?" He regarded her quite gravely while his cigarette burned like a little red eye between his fingers.
"Nothing," he responded at last.