"Yes, thank you."
Jerry ordered wine. When it was brought, served, and the waiter gone, he took up his glass, and leaned toward Jane.
"To our experiment, Jane Paxton!"
She flushed, took up her glass, and touched her lips to it in silence, because she could not speak.
"Do you feel married to me, Jane?"
"No," she answered, smiling.
"How shall we announce it to the studio crowd? Shall we have them all in to-night, and get it over?"
"No. I'd rather meet them one at a time, if you don't mind. It will get about soon enough, and I don't want any fuss."
"All right. Suit yourself."
"I wish you would tell Miss Roberts first, Mr. Paxton."