went with the stream, but made a side current of his own. His wife
said he was contrary. When he went into the middle room to put on his
collar and tie, the two little girls were having their hair brushed,
the baby was in bed, there was a hot smell of mince-pies baking in
the oven.

"You won't forget our candles, will you, Father?" asked Millicent,
with assurance now.

"I'll see," he answered.

His wife watched him as he put on his overcoat and hat. He was well-
dressed, handsome-looking. She felt there was a curious glamour about
him. It made her feel bitter. He had an unfair advantage--he was free
to go off, while she must stay at home with the children.

"There's no knowing what time you'll be home," she said.

"I shan't be late," he answered.

"It's easy to say so," she retorted, with some contempt. He took his
stick, and turned towards the door.

"Bring the children some candles for their tree, and don't be so
selfish," she said.

"All right," he said, going out.

"Don't say ALL RIGHT if you never mean to do it," she cried, with
sudden anger, following him to the door.