this whole town, now loomed
brutal, savage! The thought rose suddenly in her mind, "Amy. She was
his wife! Five years!" And then in a revealing flash, "Her love was
like that! She taught him!"

With a bound that feeling of intimacy with her sister leaped to a
climax--burned!

It was long till she could quiet herself. She had to do it by walking
the floor. . . . Thank heaven for the daylight and the small, round
face of Susette peering over the edge of the crib. Soon she had the
child in her bed and they were looking at pictures.

Later she went back to her husband. It cost her no slight effort of
will, and it was a relief to find him gone. On her dresser he had left
a note:

"I am sorry, dear--it was all my fault. I was a fool--a clumsy fool.
But remember there is plenty of time--and be certain absolutely that
everything will be all right."

She read it more than once that day, and it helped her prepare for the
evening. When Joe came home and took her in his arms, she knew at once
that he meant her to feel there was nothing to be afraid of.

"I've got to be down at the office tonight," was all he said. But in
his voice, low, kind and reassuring, like that of a big brother, there
was a promise which gave her a thrill of gratitude and deep relief.
With it came some self-reproach, which caused her again to struggle,
alone, and then go to Amy's room to sleep. She lay listening there for
hours, carefully holding herself in check. When she heard his key in
the hall door, she sharply stiffened, held her breath. . . . She
heard him go into the small guest room which had been hers a year
before. . . . And then she cried softly to herself. With the
blessed relief of it, her love for Joe was coming back.

CHAPTER X

One evening about two months later Ethel was dressing for dinner. As
usual they were dining alone, but long ago she had taken the habit of
dressing each night as though there were people coming. Amy had taught
her to do that; and after the death of her sister she had always made a
point of "keeping up" for Joe's sake, although often it had been an
effort. But it was no effort now. She had been here for nearly an
hour, absorbed in this pleasant, leisurely art that had such a new
meaning and delight. To keep being different, revealing her beauty in
new ways, to see if he'd notice, to laugh in his arms and feel her power
over Joe, had brought back her old zest for pretty clothes, and she had
been wearing al