came into the house after choir-practice his face was dark and his heart black.

He said nothing however, until all the younger children were in bed. Ursula, however, knew what was brewing.

At length he asked:

“Where's that letter?”

She gave it to him. He sat looking at it. “You are requested to call at the above offices on Thursday next — — ” It was a cold, official notice to Ursula herself and had nothing to do with him. So! She existed now as a separate social individual. It was for her to answer this note, without regard to him. He had even no right to interfere. His heart was hard and angry.

“You had to do it behind our backs, had