escapes me, still. Mr rey ccs o es at thumb, and frowns.

    I say, You are good, to her men would blame me.

    No, no.  I said? It is Rivers I blame. Never mind. tell me, no money have you, upon you now?

    I have none.

    No money at all?

    I  ake a plainer one, anyway.

    Sell your gown?  speak so oddly, will you? hen you go back—

    Go back? to Briar?

    to Briar? I mean, to your husband.

    to  . I cannot go back to  aken me to escape him!

    he shakes his head. Mrs Rivers— he says. I shudder.

    Dont call me t, I say, I beg you.

    Again, so odd!  ougo call you, if not t?

    Call me Maud. You asked me, just no, and nothing else.

    be foolisen to me, now. I am sorry for you. You  you—?

    I laugarts; and typesetters look up. , turns back to me.

    ill you be reasonable? ly, warningly.

    But ?

    A quarrel, I say. You t a quarrel. You t, ? You kno guess , I cant tell you. Its too great a thing.

    is?

    A secret t say. I cannot— O . you like t is type? I say. ill you tell me?

    ype? e changed.

    t.

    For a second  ansly.

    Clarendon. Clarendon. I kne, after all. I continue to gaze at t my fingers to t—until Mr rey comes and places a blank s upon it, as hers.

    Dont look t stare so!  is tter  be ill.

    I am not ill, I ansired. I close my eyes. I ay here, and sleep.

    Stay ay  sound of t  eadily, I am only tired. But  anse, again, at tciously, from trey— I