Looking stealthily around, she mounted a chair before her husband's picture, kissed the irreproachable mustache hurriedly, said, "You foolish darling, you!" and slipped out again.

With this touching indorsement of the views of a rival philosopher, she closed the door softly and left her home forever.
II.
The wind and rain had cleared the unfrequented suburb of any observant lounger, and the darkness, lit only by far-spaced, gusty lamps, hid her hastening figure.

She had barely crossed the second street when she heard the quick clatter of hoofs behind her; a buggy drove up to the curbstone, and Poindexter leaped out.

She entered quickly, but for a moment he still held the reins of the impatient horse.

"He's rather fresh," he said, eying her keenly: "are you sure you can manage him ?" "Give me the reins," she said simply.
He placed them in the two firm, well-shaped hands that reached from the depths of the vehicle, and was satisfied.