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“You see, we see things different,” said the secretary.

“I should say we do!–thank God!” rejoined the wife.

“On whose behalf are you thanking God?” he asked sarcastically.

“Everybody’s, I suppose! Yours, because you get everything for nothing, and Miss Wrexall’s, because she seems to like it, and mine because I’m well out of it all.”

“You needn’tbe out of it all,” cried Miss Wrexall magnanimously, “if you didn’t putyourself out of it all.”

“Thank you, my dear, for your offer,” said the wife, rising, “but I’m afraid no man can expect twoblue birds of happiness to flutter round his feet, tearing out their little feathers!”

With which she walked away.

After a tense and desperate interim, Miss Wrexall cried:

“And really, need any woman be jealous of me?”

“Quite!” he said.

And that was all he did say.