importance that I should know. May I be excused, Madam Wife?
I'm called to the busy marts--and all that sort of thing."
Embury rose from the table, a big, tall man, graceful in his
every motion, as only a trained athlete can be. Devoted to
athletics, he kept himself in the pink of condition physically,
and this was no small aid to his vigorous mentality and splendid
business acumen.

"Wait a minute, San," and for the first time that morning there
was a note of timidity in Eunice's soft voice. "Please give me a
little money, won't you?"

"Money, you grasping young person! What do you want it for?"

"Why--I'm going to Newark, you know--"

"Going to Newark! Yes, but you're going in Hendricks' car--that
doesn't require a ticket, does it?"

"No--but I--I might want to give the chauffeur something when I
get out--"

"Nonsense! Not Hendricks' chauffeur. That's all right when
you're with formal friends or Comparative strangers--but it would
be ridiculous to tip Hendricks' Gus!"

Embury swung into the light topcoat held by the faithful
Ferdinand.

"But, dear," and Eunice rose, and stood by her husband, "I do