It was without a sigh that, when night had fully fallen, she slipped unnoticed down the staircase.

At the door of the drawing-room she paused and then entered with the first guilty feeling of shame she had known that evening.

Looking stealthily around she mounted a chair before her husband's picture, kissed the irreproachable moustache 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..