and drew from it the silver-framed photograph of Freneau that she had stolen from Gloria. Staring at it longingly, she kissed it, then, pausing with anxious jealousy, lifted it from its frame and read the inscription on the back:
"To Gloria, my only love, with all my heart. Dick."
Lois recoiled from the words as if they struck her in the face. Then, turning the photograph toward her again, she gazed at it searchingly. Suddenly she smote it with her clenched fist and threw it from her. But at once, with swift revulsion of feeling, she knelt and clasped it to her bosom again, bursting into dry sobs and misery.
She was interrupted by a knock at the door and the warning voice of her maid: "Show Miss Stafford up here."
Lois was startled. She rose and slipped the photograph between two volumes in a book rack on a table and called to her maid: "Show Miss Stafford up here."
Rushing to her dressing table, she hastily ran a powder puff over her face and brushed back her hair.
When she turned it was to confront Gloria clad in heavy mourning. For a moment the sight of the crape stung Lois to jealous frenzy; next she determined to make some excuse to wear black herself.
"Better right to mourning than Gloria," she felt that she had.
Advancing, she kissed Gloria's cool cheek, mumbling: "How are you, dear? Do you think you ought to be out on such a cold day?"
"Oh, yes," answered Gloria listlessly.  I thought a drive would do me good. 