"
Dolly proposed a bargain. "If I'm rightly done by," she said, "I'll do
right by him."
"Anything that marred the harmony of to-night's ceremony, Miss
Wainwright, would be unthinkable," said Sir William, coming to his
lieutenant's support.
"Right," said Dolly cheerfully. "If you'll take steps according, I'm
sure I've no desire to make a scene."
"A scene," gasped Sir William.
"Though," she pointed out, "it's a lot to ask of any one, you know.
Giving up the certain chance of getting my photograph in the papers. I
make a good picture, too. Some do and some don't, but I take well and
when you know you've got the looks to carry off a scene, it's asking
something of me to give up the idea."
"But you said you'd no desire to make a scene."
"Poor girls have often got to do what they don't wish to. I wouldn't
make a scene in the usual way. Hysterics and all that. Hysterics means
cold water in your face and your dress messed up and no sympathy. But
with scenes, the greater the occasion the greater the reward, and
there's no denying this is an occasion, is there? You're making a big
to-do about Tim Martlow and the reward would be according.
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