The husband stared at her and turned deadly pale.

"Th--that's tr--true!" he said, with an eager gesture. "I'll not mention
it. And--Ruth!"--she was leaving him--"you might s--say the same to Mrs.
Morris!"

She nodded, but would not trust her eyes to meet his. He was right; she
had divined his deed.

He went loiteringly into the library and gently closed the door. Then he
turned the light low, paced once up and down the room, and all at once
slammed himself full length upon a lounge, and lay face up, face down,
by turns, writhing and tearing his hair.

Soon again he was pacing the floor, and presently was prone once more,
and then once more up.

Giles, his English man, brought the doctor, and Arthur heard him
discoursing as the vehicle drew up.

"Yes, sir, quite so; quite so, sir. And yet I believe, sir, if h-all
money and lands was 'eld in common, the 'ole 'uman ryce would be as
'appy as the gentlemen and lydies on Bylow 'Ill!"

The young husband met the physician cheerily, sent him up, and went back
to his solitude.

An hour passed, and then Sarah Stebbens knocked and leaned in. "Mr.
Arthur!"