"Thank you, Dr. Red Pepper. Your approval was all that was lacking."
"Didn't I cable my approval with a reckless disregard of expense?"
"Indeed you did. But you couldn't cable the italics that are in your face—and it was the italics that we wanted!"
Upstairs in the rooms of old-time elegance and comfort to which Charlotte assigned them, Burns demanded to know how such quarters looked to his wife.
"You could put our whole house into that great living-room of theirs," he asserted. "As for these two rooms, they would take in our whole upper story. Don't you suppose stopping here will make you feel cramped at home?"
Ellen, arranging her hair before a low dressing-table of priceless old mahogany, shook her head at him in the mirror.
"Not a bit," she denied.
"You used to live in a home like this one."
"Not nearly so fine. Dr. Leaver is a rich man by inheritance, entirely apart from his practice. Between the two he must have a very large yearly income. My family was not a rich one, only—"
"Only old and distinguished. Leaver has both—family and money. Not to mention power. Your friend Charlotte ought to be a happy woman."