"I am afraid it came from his horrid father. But Graydon is a good boy. He couldn't long follow the impulses of his father. I dare say he could be a sinner if he tried, too. I' hate an imbecile. An imbecile to my mind is the fellow without the capacity to err intentionally. God takes care of the fellow who errs ignorantly. Give me the fellow who is bright enough to do the bad things which might admit him to purgatory in good standing, and I'll trust him to do the good things that will let him into heaven. I often wonder where these chaps go after they die--I mean the Yale and Harvard chaps who bore you. It takes a clever chap to have any standing at all in purgatory. Where do they go, Jane? You are wise for your years and sex. There surely must be a place for the plain asses?" "Oh," said she, "I suppose they have a separate heaven, just as the dogs have." "No doubt you're right," he agreed, smiling, "but think how bright the dogs are as a rule." "Bobby Rigby says a dog is worth more than his master. People will steal a dog, he says." "I saw him at your house last night. Did you meet Mr. Harbert?" "No. Mother said he came in with Bobby." "How is Mrs. Cable this morning? I think she--er--complained of a sick headache last night?" "She has such a frightful headache that she couldn't get up this morning." "Indeed? Will you carry my respects and sympathy to her?" "Thank you, yes. But why don't you come in and see us, Mr. Bansemer?" "In a day or so, gladly." Bansemer was not approached by Harbert that day nor the next--nor any other day soon, in fact. It was not until after the third day had expired that he heard from Mrs. Cable. Her silence was gratifying and significant; it meant that she was struggling with herself--that she had taken no one as yet into her confidence. He was too wary to feel secure in his position, however. He abandoned every case that could not be tried in the cleanest light and he destroyed his footprints in those of the past more completely than ever. David Cable was disposed to be agreeable when they met, and Rigby's manner had lost the touch of aloofness. Altogether the situation did not look so dark as it had on the night of the blizzard. He guessed at Mrs. Cable's frame of mind during the three days just past by the tenor of her message over the telephone. She did no more than to ask him to drop in before five for a cup of tea; but he saw beyond the depth of her invitation. He went and had a few minutes alone with her because he was shrewd enough to drop in before five. No one else came until after that hour had struck. He was studiously reserved and considerate. There was nothing in his manner to indicate that he was there as anything more than the most casual sipper of the beverage that society brews. It was left for her to make the advances. "We must come to an understanding," she said abruptly. "I cannot endure the suspense, the uncertainty--" Bansemer raised his brows with grave condescension.