"For whom?" And for a moment she delayed pulling off her wraps.
"For the other man."
"Silly boy! How ridiculous you are!" she returned lightly, as she tossed
her wraps over a chair and began to pull off her gloves.
Challoner went over to the photograph, picked it up and wheeling round
said threateningly:--
"Did you put _him_ in that frame?"
"I did," she answered sweetly. "I'm very domestic, you know," and she
smiled one of her most bewildering smiles; "I always arrange these
little things myself."
"And what did you do with mine?"
Letty looked dubious. She touched a button, and to the maid who entered
asked with mock anxiety:--
"Patricia, what did you do with the half-tone of this gentleman that I
gave you?"
The maid regarded first one and then the other somewhat curiously.
"It's in my room, Madam."
"With the other notables?" And Letty Love lifted her eyebrows.
"Patricia's room is quite a picture-gallery," she went on gaily. "You
may investigate it, if you like--no?" And dismissing the maid, went over
to the piano and began to strum the refrain of a popular song.