Some dirty women might, perhaps, have driven him to it for the sake of getting a thundering big advertisement, but she--she desired his happiness before all else.

She had drawn him down toward her and, after passing her arm around his neck, was nursing his head close to hers on the edge of the pillow.

And with that she whispered softly: "Listen, my pet, you shall make it up with your wife." But he rebelled at this.

It could never be! His heart was nigh breaking at the thought; it was too shameful.

Nevertheless, she kept tenderly insisting.
"You shall make it up with your wife.