"What hour did you get home _this_ morning?" she called to him, in
rather a saucy tone.
"I don't know exactly."
"And don't care. You are leading a pretty life," she went on, rather
indiscreetly, for Jane was with her. "Distraction! Distraction from
what? You sit up all night; you eat supper at all hours of the morning;
you get dyspepsia and indigestion; and of course you become
low-spirited--then there must be distraction. If you would lead a
wholesome life you wouldn't need any distraction."
"Oh, don't worry!" he said, impatiently.
"What's come over that Italian friend of yours--that Miss Ross?"
"I don't know."
"You've never heard anything of her?"
"No--nothing."
"Don't you call that rather cool on her part? You introduce her to this
theatre, you get her an engagement, you befriend her in every way, and
all of a sudden she bolts, without a thank you!"
"I presume Miss Ross is the best judge of her own actions," said he,
stiffly.
"Oh, you needn't be so touchy!" said Grace Thornhill, as she came forth
in all the splendor of her bridal array, and at once proceeded to the
mirror. "But I can quite understand your not liking having been treated
in that fashion.
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