The woman knows better. I know some one who——
Suddenly I saw his dark head, his laughing face in the mirror before me.
Jim!
I thought I must be dreaming.
I turned; I met his black-lashed blue gaze.
His broad-shouldered, khaki-clad form filled up the narrow doorway of Vi Vassity's dressing-room.
"Child," he called in the inexpressibly soft Irish voice.
He held out his arms.
It was he—my husband.