pleading gesture that merged into a half-caress. “ — I am afraid for him now. That is why I don’t know what to do. It is not for myself that I back and fill and hesitate. If he were ignoble, if he were narrow, if he were weak or had one tiniest shred of meanness, if he had ever been beaten to his knees before, why, my dear, my dear, I should have been gone with you long ago.”

Her eyes filled with sudden moisture. She stilled him with a pressure of her hand, and, to regain herself, she went back to her recital:

“‘Your little finger, Mr. Smith, I consider worth more to me and to the world,’ Dick, told him, ‘than the whole body of this woman’s husband. Here’s the report on him: willing, eager to please, not bright, not strong, an