As if she could!" If you would tend to your husband and your home a little more, and go gallivanting off with Calderwell and Arkwright and Alice Greggory a little less--" Oh, if only she could, indeed,--forget! When Billy went up-stairs that night she ran across her "Talk to Young Wives" in her desk.

With a half-stifled cry she thrust it far back out of sight.
"I hate you, I hate you--with all your old talk about 'brushing up against outside interests'!" she whispered fiercely.

"Well, I've 'brushed'-- and now see what I've got for it!" Later, however, after Bertram was asleep, Billy crept out of bed and got the book.

Under the carefully shaded lamp in the adjoining room she turned the pages softly till she came to the sentence: "Perhaps it would be hard to find a more utterly unreasonable, irritable, irresponsible creature than a hungry man." With a long sigh she began to read; and not until some minutes later did she close the book, turn off the light, and steal back to bed.
During the next three days, until after the funeral at the shabby little South Boston house, Eliza spent only about half of each day at the Strata.

This, much to her distress, left many of the household tasks for her young mistress to perform.