And play it she did.

The next morning they slept very late.  They had breakfast in bed, and when Joe had gone she lay thinking.  Her mind was marvellously clear.  It went swiftly over the night before.  Yes, most of it had been simply disgusting, the eating and drinking, those warm moist eyes.  “The way the men looked at you, held you!  This is no life for you, Ethel Lanier!” The dancing was all she cared about.  She wanted that, but with other men whom she would like to be friends with—­“men who would treat you as something more than a, than a—­I don’t know what!” Yes, she must get away from these creatures, and get Joe away, too; but to do it she must show him first that she was really willing to do her best to like them all.  The next thing was to ask them here.  “It’s the only way to break their hold.  Show him you’re no jealous cat.  And how do I know that among them all, as I go about, I won’t find a few that aren’t so tough?  And through them I’ll find others.”

But she put off entertaining Joe’s friends, for she had her hands full now in managing just Joe alone.  Amy’s husband was coming to life in him.  Of that there could be no mistake.  Under the spell of his success, and still more perhaps through his pride and delight in his handsome young wife, Joe was showing his love for her as Amy had taught him long ago.  He showered gifts upon her.  He delighted in surprises.  One was a smart little town car, and this was a very pleasant surprise.  But in it he insisted upon her shopping busily.  No more wearing last year’s clothes!  And when she was a bit slow to move, to her dismay he went himself with Fanny Carr, and bought for Ethel’s birthday a costly set of furs and a brooch.  He nearly bought pearl earrings, too, but Ethel took them back at once.  “Fanny knows as well as I do myself that I can’t wear pearls!” she thought angrily.  She exchanged them for opal pendants.  And then, in order to put a stop to Fanny’s detestable attempts “to make me look like a perfect fright,” Ethel did start in and shop.  And as soon as she got well into it, what a fever it became!  Sternly eyeing herself in the mirrors of shops, she studied and made mistakes by the score, and corrected and went on and on.  “I’ll look right if kills me!”

One night she learned what Fanny Carr had had in mind when she came “poking into our lives!” For Fanny was poor—­she had long guessed that; and Fanny had a house on Long Island, and only by a hair’s—­breadth now did Ethel keep her from selling it to Joe as a surprise for his wife.

“Well, Fanny, what next?” thought Ethel that night.  She had been awake for hours, perfectly still and motionless, not to disturb her husband.  “For you are not through yet, Mrs. Carr.  So long as we’re rich and you are poor and have no immediate husband, you’re going to act like a ravening wolf—­aren’t you, my own precious.  You mean to break my hold on him by keeping him thinking of her, of her!  Now what