venture, already yielded a return which, combined with Glennard's
professional earnings, took the edge of compulsion from their way
of living, making it appear the expression of a graceful
preference for simplicity. It was the mitigated poverty which can
subscribe to a review or two and have a few flowers on the dinner-
table. And already in a small way Glennard was beginning to feel
the magnetic quality of prosperity. Clients who had passed his
door in the hungry days sought it out now that it bore the name of
a successful man. It was understood that a small inheritance,
cleverly invested, was the source of his fortune; and there was a
feeling that a man who could do so well for himself was likely to
know how to turn over other people's money.

But it was in the more intimate reward of his wife's happiness
that Glennard tasted the full flavor of success. Coming out of
conditions so narrow that those he offered her seemed spacious,
she fitted into her new life without any of those manifest efforts
at adjustment that are as sore to a husband's pride as the
critical rearrangement of the bridal furniture. She had given
him, instead, the delicate pleasure of watching her expand like a
sea-creature restored to its element, stretching out the atrophied
tentacles of girlish vanity and enjoyment to the rising tide of
opportunity. And somehow--in the windowless inner cell of his
consciousness where self-criticism cowered--Glennard's course
seemed justified by its merely material success. How could such a
crop of innocent blessedness have sprung from tainted soil?



Now he had the injured sense of a man entrapped into a