"Before I saw these people I hardly ever thought of your marriage," she said. "But now—Karl, dear, my heart aches. Please don't get married."
Karl was touched by her grief, in spite of himself. He reached over and patted her cheek.
"There, don't cry, dearie; please don't cry," he said. "It makes you homely."
Mimi brightened instantly, and her tears vanished, leaving her face smiling.
"I am a silly little girl," she said.
"Yes, you are, but I like you very much," Karl said, taking her in his arms. "Now, Mimi, suppose we talk over our marriage quietly and sensibly. You may as well stay, now that you are here. Take off your hat and your jacket."
He arose and was helping her off with her red woolen jacket. Then he hugged her and said as he kissed her lips:
"I am your best friend, after all, Mimi, and you are my——"
The door opened suddenly and Millar entered, taking up Karl's speech with:
"My overcoat; it is here somewhere. Your servant gave me yours."