it was, but directly I saw her—things seemed so different over in England—I mean." He swallowed ice-water in gulps. "I suppose it was seeing her with Lucille. Old Lu is such a thoroughbred. Seemed to kind of show her up. Like seeing imitation pearls by the side of real pearls. And that crimson hair! It sort of put the lid on it." Bill brooded morosely. "It ought to be a criminal offence for women to dye their hair. Especially red. What the devil do women do that sort of thing for?"
"Don't blame me, old thing. It's not my fault."
Bill looked furtive and harassed.
"It makes me feel such a cad. Here am I, feeling that I would give all I've got in the world to get out of the darned thing, and all the time the poor girl seems to be getting fonder of me than ever."
"How do you know?" Archie surveyed his brother-in-law critically. "Perhaps her feelings have changed, too. Very possibly she may not like the colour of your hair. I don't myself. Now, if you were to dye yourself crimson"
"Oh, shut up! Of course a man knows when a girl's fond of him."
"By no means, laddie. When you're my age"
"I am your age."
"So you are! I forgot that. Well, now, approaching the matter from another angle, let us suppose, old son, that Miss What's-Her-Name—the party of the second part"
"Stop it!" said Bill, suddenly. "Here comes Reggie!"
"Eh?"
