Why Wayne, about whom there had always seemed a certain brooding bigness, certainly a certain rare indifference, should have fallen so absurdly in love with the most vain and selfish and vapid girl that ever wrecked a post was more than Katie could make out.
And it had been her painful experience to watch Wayne's disappointment develop, watch that happiness which had so mellowed him recede as day by day Clara fretted and pouted and showed plainly enough that to her love was just a convenient thing which might impel one's husband to get one a new set of furs.

She remembered so well one evening she had been in Clara's room when Wayne came in after having been away since early morning.

So eager and tender was Wayne's face as he approached Clara, who was looking over an advertising circular.

There was a light in his eyes which it would seem would have made Clara forget all about advertising circulars.

But before he had said a word, but stood there, loving her with that look--and it would have to be admitted Clara did look lovely, in one of the _neglige_ affairs she affected so much--she said, with a babyish little whine she evidently thought alluring: "I just don't see, Wayne, why we can't have a new rug for the reception room.