's boat over a human body--or several, as the case may
be!"

"But don't you see that, as an expedient to bring this madman to
reason----"

"I've told you that you don't understand him!"

Mr. Langhope turned on her with what would have been a show of temper in
any one less provided with shades of manner. "Well, then, explain him,
for God's sake!"

"I might explain him by saying that she's still in love with him."

"Ah, if you're still imprisoned in the old formulas!"

Mrs. Ansell confronted him with a grave face. "Isn't that precisely what
Bessy is? Isn't she one of the most harrowing victims of the plan of
bringing up our girls in the double bondage of expediency and unreality,
corrupting their bodies with luxury and their brains with sentiment, and
leaving them to reconcile the two as best they can, or lose their souls
in the attempt?"

Mr. Langhope smiled. "I may observe that, with my poor child so early
left alone to me, I supposed I was doing my best in committing her
guidance to some of the most admirable women I know."

"Of whom I was one--and not the least lamentable example of the system!
Of course the only thing that saves us from their vengeance," Mrs.
Ansell added, "is that so few of them ever stop to think...."

"And yet, as I make out, it's precisely what you would have Bessy do!"

"It's what neither you nor I can help her doing. You've given her just
acuteness enough to question, without consecutiveness enough to explain.
But if she must perish in the struggle--and I see no hope for her--"
cried Mrs. Ansell, starting suddenly and dramatically to her feet, "at
least let her perish defending her ideals and not denying them--even if
she has to sell the New York house and all your china pots into the
bargain!"

Mr. Langhope, rising also, deprecatingly lifted his hands, "If that's
what you call saving me from her vengeance--sending the crockery
crashing round my ears!" And, as she turned away without any pretense of
capping his pleasantry, he added, with a gleam of friendly malice: "I
suppose you're going to the Hunt ball as Cassandra?"

* * * * *

Amherst, that morning, had sought out his wife with the definite resolve
to efface the unhappy impression of their previous talk. He blamed
himself for having been too easily repelled by her impatience. As the
stronger of the two, with the power of a fixed purpose to sustain him,
he should have allowed for the instabilit