"Sanford, you're unbearable! And to-day, at Mrs, Garland's, a
woman talked, and then they took up a collection for the 'Belgian
Home Fires,' and I didn't have a cent to contribute."

"Who is she? I'll send a check."

"A check! You answer everything by a check! Can't you
understand? Oh, there's no use explaining; you're determined you
won't understand! So, let us drop the subject. Is to-night the
club election?"

"No, to-morrow night. But to-night will probably decide it in my
mind. It practically hinges on the Meredith set--if they can be
talked over--"

"Oh, Sanford, I do hope they can!" Eunice's eyes sparkled and she
smiled as she put her hands on her husband's shoulders. "And,
listen, dear, if they are--if you do win the election, won't you
--oh, San, won't you give me an allowance?"

"Eunice, you're enough to drive a man crazy! Will you let up on
that everlasting whine? No, I won't! Is that plain?"

"Then I shall go and get it for myself!"

"Go to the devil for all I care!"

Sanford flung out of the room, banging the door behind him.
Eunice heard him speaking to Ferdinand, rather shortly, and as he
left the apartment, she knew that he had gone to the club in