iolet specks from her boa. She
laid her hand upon his shoulder.

"Come and be a man again, Alfred," she begged, a little awkwardly.
"You've got good common sense at the bottom still, I am sure. Why don't
you give up this tomfoolery and come home to me and the boy? Or shall I
stay up," she went on, "and have a little evening in town? You've got
the money. Why not let's go to a restaurant and a music-hall
afterwards? We might ask the Johnsons. Little Alf would be all right,
and I put on my best hat, in case."

Burton looked wearily up.

"Ellen," he said, "I am afraid I can't make you understand. It is true
that I shall probably be rich, but I hate the thought of it. I only
want to be left alone. I have made a mistake, and yet, Heaven knows, it
was hard for me to escape! Before very long," he added, his voice
sinking a little lower, "it is quite likely that you will recognize me
again completely. I dare say then I shall be very glad to go to the
theatre with you and to meet the Johnsons. Just now I--I can't."

Ellen began to tremble.

"Before long you'll be very glad, eh?" she exclaimed. "Well, we'll see
about that! I'm sick of this begging and praying of you to behave like
a reasonable person. If there's another woman who's come along, why,
out with it and let me know?"

"You don't understand," Mr. Waddington interrupted, gently. "Your
husband and I have both come under the influence of these--these beans.
It is not possible for us to live as we have been accustomed to live."

"Well, I like that!" Ellen declared. "Do you mean to say this is going
on?"

Burton looked up.

"On the contrary," he announced, "it is coming to an end--with me, at
any rate. Until it does come to an end, it will be kinder of you, and
better for both of us, for you to keep away."

She stood for a moment quite still. Her back was turned to them, her
shoulders were moving. When she spoke, however, her tone was still hard
and unsympathetic.

"Very well," she said, "I'll get back to Garden Green. But mind you, my
man," she went on, "none of your sneaking back home just when you're
ready for it! Next time it shall be as I choose. I'm no wishy-washy
creature, to be your wife one moment and something you can't bear even
to look at, the next. No, I don't want none of your monkey tricks,
opening the door!" she went on angrily, as Burton rose to see her out.
"Stay where you are. I can find my way out of the place."

She departed, slamming the