Mrs. Prentice tried to control her voice. I never heard you were married!" she gasped. "Why isn't she here?" "We couldn't agree," said the veracious Mr. Barrett. "She was very difficult; so I left the children with her and----" "Chil----" said Mrs. Prentice, and paused, unable to complete the word. "Five," said Mr. Barrett, in tones of resignation. "It was rather a wrench, parting with them, especially the baby. He got his first tooth the day I left." The information fell on deaf ears. Mrs. Prentice, for once in her life thoroughly at a loss, sat trying to collect her scattered faculties. She had come out prepared for a hard job, but not an impossible one. All things considered, she took her defeat with admirable composure. "I have no doubt it is much the best thing for the children to remain with their mother," she said, rising. "Much the best," agreed Mr. Barrett. "Whatever she is like," continued the old lady. "Are you ready, Louisa?" Mr. Barrett followed them to the door, and then, returning to the room, watched, with glad eyes, their progress up the street. "Wonder whether she'll keep it to herself?" he muttered. His doubts were set at rest next day. All Ramsbury knew by then of his matrimonial complications, and seemed anxious to talk about them; complications which tended to increase until Mr. Barrett wrote out a list of his children's names and ages and learnt it off by heart. Relieved of the attentions of the Prentice family, he walked the streets a free man; and it was counted to him for righteousness that he never said a hard word about his wife. She had her faults, he said, but they were many thousand miles away, and he preferred to forget them. And he added, with some truth, that he owed her a good deal. For a few months he had no reason to alter his opinion. Thanks to his presence of mind, the Prentice family had no terrors for him. Heart- whole and fancy free, he led the easy life of a man of leisure, a condition of things suddenly upset by the arrival of Miss Grace Lindsay to take up a post at the elementary school. Mr. Barrett succumbed almost at once, and, after a few encounters in the street and meetings at mutual friends', went to unbosom him-self to Mr. Jernshaw. "What has she got to do with you?" demanded that gentleman. "I--I'm rather struck with her," said Mr. Barrett. "Struck with her?" repeated his friend, sharply. "I'm surprised at you. You've no business to think of such things." "Why not?" demanded Mr. Barrett, in tones that were sharper still. "Why not?" repeated the other. "Have you forgotten your wife and children?" Mr. Barrett, who, to do him justice, had forgotten, fell back in his chair and sat gazing at him, open-mouthed. "You're in a false position--in a way," said Mr. Jernshaw, sternly. "False is no name for it," said Mr. Barrett, huskily. "What am I to do?"