es to her complexion she rose to her feet.

"Listen, Miss Schwartz. I think I'll think it over and come back
to-morrow," she said.

"But, Mrs. Fieldstone," Miss Schwartz protested, "won't you wait till
Mr. Bienenflug gets through? He'll be out in a minute."

"He didn't have no business to leave me stay here," Mrs. Fieldstone
replied. "I was here first; but, anyhow, I'll be back to-morrow or so."
Here she put on her gloves. "Furthermore, I ain't in no hurry," she
said. "When you've been married to a man sixteen years, twenty-four
hours more or less about getting a divorce don't make no difference one
way or the other." She opened the door leading into the hall. "And,
anyhow," she declared finally, "I ain't going to get no divorce
anyway."

Miss Schwartz shrugged her shoulders.

"My _tzuris_ if you get a divorce or not!" she said as she heard the
elevator door close behind Mrs. Fieldstone.

"I hope she does!" Ralph said fervently. "He's nothing but a dawg--that
fellow Fieldstone ain't!"

"Most of 'em are dawgs--those big managers," Miss Schwartz said; "and,
what with their wives and their actors, they lead a dawg's life, too."

Further discussion was prevented by the appearance of Miss Haig and Mr.
Bienenflug from Room 6020.

"I can throw the bluff all right," Mr. Bienenflug was saying; "though I
tell you right now, Miss Haig, you haven't any cause of action; and if
you did have one there wouldn't be much use in suing on it."

He shook his head sorrowfully.

"A producing manager has to get a couple of judgments entered against
him every week, otherwise every one'd think he was an easy mark," he
commented; "and that's why I say there ain't any money in the show
business for the plaintiff's attorney--unless it's an action for
divorce." Here he snapped his fingers as he realized that he had
completely forgotten Mrs. Fieldstone during his twenty-minute
consultation with Miss Haig. "Well, good-bye, Miss Haig," he said,
pressing her hand warmly. "I've got some one in there waiting to see
me."

"No, you ain't," Ralph blurted out. "Mrs. Fieldstone went away a few
minutes ago; and she said----"

"Went away!" Mr. Bienenflug exclaimed. "Went away! And you let her?"

"He ain't no cop, Mr. Bienenflug," Miss Schwartz said, coming to
Ralph's defence. "What did you want him to do--put handcuffs on her?"

"So," Bienenflug said bitterly, "you let Mrs. Fieldstone go out of this
office with a counsel fee of two thousand do