"We have got property enough to keep us, if nothing happens, as long as we live, but I had to go back to that infernal treadmill or die." Horace nodded soberly.

"I think I understand," said he.
"I'm glad you do." "But Mrs.Whitman--" "Oh, poor Sylvia will take it hard, and she won't understand.

Women don't understand a lot of things.

But I can't help it.

I'll keep it from her for a day or two.