there are worse things than--How much have you?"

"Between four and five million. But it isn't the money. You know
it isn't. It's the principle. How could you respect me? You never
did, the first year after we married, till I went to work like
the others. Our tradition and upbringing are against it. We can't
accept those ideals."

"Well, I suppose I married you for some sort of ideal," she
answered, and they returned to their forty-third hotel.

In England they missed the alien tongues of Continental streets
that reminded them of their own polyglot cities. In England all
men spoke one tongue, speciously like American to the ear, but on
cross-examination unintelligible.,

"Ah, but you have not seen England," said a lady with iron-grey
hair. They had met her in Vienna, Bayreuth, and Florence, and
were grateful to find her again at Claridge's, for she commanded
situations, and knew where prescriptions are most carefully made
up. "You ought to take an interest in the home of our ancestors
as I do."

"I've tried for a week, Mrs. Shonts," said Sophie, "but I never
get any further than tipping German waiters."

"These men are not the true type," Mrs. Shouts went on. "I know
where you should go."

Chapin pricked up his ears, anxious to run anywhere from the