as she went through her performance. It was her
first revenge! the other's turn would come next.

"I don't forgive and I don't forget," she muttered to herself. "Every dog
has his day."

Oh, how happy she was! She was magnificent on the stage, under the
flashing lights, and the dull sounds in the orchestra were to her as the
throbbing of a riotous heart.

"Well, Trampy, you got soaked to-night, to-night," thought Lily, as she
might have said, "One, two!" to mark her times. "To-night, to-night. And,
if you don't like it--one, two--you've only got to lump it! Divorce was
made for men and women, not for dogs!"

Lily was triumphant, laughed, winked her eye, as she rode past, at the
stage-manager, who threw her a kiss and grinned. Immediately after her
turn, she ran to her dressing-room, poured water on her steaming skin,
while the make-up trickled in pink streaks down her face, and devoted an
hour to the dainty care of her person, like a cat licking itself. And then
Lily, without paint or powder--awfully ugly, not in the least pretty off
the stage, as she said, smiling in her muslin tie with the gold
spots--Lily went out by the front, to avoid the pros' corridor.

The moment she was in the lobby, she assumed the air of a lady accompanied
by her maid. She cast an indifferent eye at the string of carriages, like
one who changes her mind and prefers to walk, a smile to the gentlemen at
the _controle_, a nod to the Roofers going out, two by two, always, a dark
one and a fair one. Lily stopped for a second, to look round....

Then: "Let's go home, Glass-Eye!"

She took a few steps along the street, but a jolly voice behind her
cried:

"Gee, what a spanking walk!"

She turned round; it was Trampy again!

"Ah, this time," thought Lily, "I shall have witnesses!"

She expected blows! She would have given anything to be struck: her
divorce, at last, would be hastened on! Cruelty, public insults! But no:

"How's my dear little wife?" asked Trampy, with outstretched hand.

Lily was so greatly surprised that it took her some seconds to recover her
presence of mind; and then, without turning her head:

"Come away, Glass-Eye," she said. "There are drunkards about."

"Don't let us quarrel, little wifie. Aren't you my dear little wifie?
Well, then...."

And Trampy took her by the arm.

"Let me go, or I'll break your jaw," muttered Lily, under her breath.

Trampy seemed in a jovial mood, with his cigar in his mouth, his