Bradley. No--worse. She exclaimed: "You go down on the ' L.' I'llbike. It's such a splendid night." Fine piece of business this! Tohave a bicycle come between man and wife is a beautiful hard fate, Ithink--for the one who doesn't ride.

Mrs. Perkins. Then Emma is coming here?

Bradley. That's the idea, on her wheel--coming down the Boulevard,across Seventy-second Street, through the Park, down Madison, acrossTwenty-third, down Fourth to Twenty-first, then here.

Perkins. Bully ride that.

Mrs. Perkins. Alone?

Bradley (sadly). I hope so--but these bicyclists have a way offlocking together. For all I know, my beloved Emma may now becoasting down Murray Hill escorted by some bicycle club from JerseyCity.