Constance even began a new water color so that that might suggest that she had not laid aside her painting.
They had played for a big stake and lost.

But the twenty thousand dollars was something.

Now the great problem was to conceal it and themselves.

They had lost, yet if ever before they loved, it was as nothing to what it was now that they had tasted together the bitter and the sweet of their mutual crime.
Carlton went down to the office the next day, just as before.

The anxious hours that his wife had previously spent thinking whether he might betray himself by some slip were comparative safety as contrasted with the uncertainty of the hours now.