"This is infamous, infamous! I won't read another line."
Half an hour later, as Martha had almost completed her toilette, Lizzie interrupted to say that the hotel clerk wanted to send some one up to look at the apartment—a newly married couple. Would it disturb Miss Farnum? If so, they would make the couple call again.
"Certainly not," replied Martha. "Show them around yourself. I'll be ready to leave in a few minutes."
Some three minutes later, Mr. "Marky" Zinsheimer and his bride, formerly Miss Flossie Forsythe, were ushered into the white and gold apartment, entirely ignorant of the fact that it was occupied by Miss Farnum. Mr. and Mrs. Zinsheimer having been married a little more than one hour, were already looking for a dove-cote for their honeymoon.
"This might suit us all right—" began Zinsheimer, when Flossie interrupted him with a shriek.
"Bless my soul, if it ain't Lizzie," shrieked Flossie.
"Lizzie?" repeated Zinsheimer. "What are you doing here?"
"Why, this is Miss Farnum's apartment," explained the maid. "I'll tell her you're here, Miss Forsythe—"
"Mrs. Zinsheimer, if you please," responded that young lady, haughtily. "We were married this morning."