New Britain herald., 1917-08-06
Are the "Tablcs Turned'' on Lillian
 Underwood?

Underwood?
 Dicky kept his word about going into town, leaving Robert Savarin for me to entertain.
 'Lil, youll have me on your hands up in town," he announced. When he had gathered in the living room to bid Lillian good-by. 1T am terribly sorry" he turned to Robert Savarin courteously but I have just received a most imperative message summon ing mo to mN studio. l must go into town on this early train. But l think you'll be safe in the hands of Mrs. Graham. She will take good care of you, 1 am Sure.'
 He had the audacity to smile and to bow in my direction, although I knew that he was going into the city solely because in a fiji of anger. at me he had declared that he would do so. Whether he would carry out his other threat to devise some excuse for get ting out of the dinner Lillian Under wood was to give in the evening l had no means of knowing.
 1 may have fancied it because of her behavior the night before, but as I watched Lillian narrowly I thought that she did not exactly like the ar engagement which made Dicky her travelling companion to town. Over our telephone the day before she had made arrangements to give a dinner for Robert Savarin. With character istic energy and efficiency she had planned so we'll that she did not need to go home until a few hours before the time scheduled for the affair. Her little entertainments to which invita- tions were sought eagerly were al- ways given with an apparent absence of effort, a result which I knew for the most part due to the wonderful cooperation existing between Lillian and her big colored Betty "the best cook in New York;" as Harry Under wood used extrava gantly to call her.
 Her First Real Love.
 She made no reply to Dicky's an- nouncement, either being really busied in the fastening of little Marion's cloak, or feigning to be, I could not tell which.
 I shreWdly suspected that the req son for her reluctance to have Dicky accompany her to the city was the same one that had actuated her sud- den funny little access of dignity at breakfast when she had drawn away with a touch of hauteur from his teasing, instead of tossing him an an- swer in kind-the fear of Robert Sav- arin's disapproval. I wasn't quite sure that I liked this in Lillian, it seemed rather ridiculously in a won- an of her years and worlds ex- perience.
 And then, all in a moment as looked at her, I read the answer to my enigma. Lillian had never yet ex- perienced the rapture of a real love. Her mad infatuation for Marion's father, I knew from her own story, had burned itself out in bitter disil- had waned And her subsequent mar riage to Harry Underwood after the sordid tragedy of her divorce from Morton had been the patching up of two nearly wrecked lives in fairly comfortable "jog trot" existence.
 The real sercret, golden heart of her was still virginal, still athrill to the voice of the man whose personal ity had first touched her heart And she was like a young girl with her first lover in her unconscious dread of doing anything the man of her dreams might disapprove.
 Is Lillian Jealous.
 Dicky's forehead contracted into frown as he, too, realized that Lillian was not overjoyed at the prospect of his accompanying her to the city. could have laughed outright at the ludicrousness of his dilemma. He was going into the city with Lillian on