Guy was watching for her at the window. She was half conscious that he
looked unusually haggard, but there were so many other thoughts at sight of
him that they washed over the first.

She swung her reticule. "It's all right!" and she ran up the walk, a most
feminine swirl of progress. She got to him breathless. "I've found a house
that will give you its German correspondence to translate and write, and it
won't be so much but that you can do it as you're able, within reason. Now,
sir!"

For a minute it seemed as if Guy's whole body was alive. The weak and
shaken invalid still had something of unconquerable boyishness in the lift
of his head and the light of his eyes. "Good! That will do for a start."
The old spirit, to which hers always answered. If she didn't believe he
would actually do something worth while in the end! Then promptly, of old
habit, he thought of her. "Bibi! You took your time for that."

"Not all of it, in good sooth, fair lord." She spread out her skirts,
lady-come-to-see fashion, and strutted across the room. "Mrs. Osbourne has
a new 'job' and a 'raise.'" (Incidentally Mrs. Osbourne had never before
been so advanced in her language.)

"Bully for you!" he shouted, so genuinely that she ran back to him and
shook and hugged his shoulders. How she _liked_ him!

"What a thorough girl you are, Bibi!"

"Oh, and to-day I've been laughing at myself; as silly as I used to be,
counting so much on a mere change of circumstances. Of course something
unpleasant will develop there too. But at least the harness will rub in a