“I AM going to put you in this room, Paula dear (after considerable persuasion, Dorofée had been induced to overcome her awe of dear clever Mrs. Templewaite sufficiently to say ‘Paula’), because I think it just suits you.”

“It is very nice,” said Paula graciously. By this time she had rather forgotten it was Dolly who had shown her how it was her part in life to bring love to all the W0rld—all the men in the world, that is. She had forgotten that it was Dolly also who so appreciated her (Paula’s) complex nature as to see that no one person could ever understand that nature. Paula had a slip- pery memory; and she was disposed once more to be just a little condescending to “simple little Dolly—poor, brilliant MichaePs wife.”

“Yes, Dolly, it is very nice. I’ll just sit down and rest a bit before my trunks come.” She ar- ranged her pink sheath carefully in a low uphol- stered chair. She was a big woman: the chairs in this soft faienced old room had not been built for big women.