"_For terms write to or call at Apartment Five——_" She turned her flushed face toward him. "_Your_ address in full follows," she said. "Can you ever bring yourself to forgive us?" His astonished gaze met hers. "That doesn’t worry me," he said. "It is generous and—splendid of you to say so," she faltered. "You understand now, don’t you? We _had_ to spend all our money on clothes; and we thought ourselves so fortunate in this beautiful apartment because it was certain to impress people, and nobody could possibly suspect us of poverty with that great picture by Goya over the mantel and priceless tapestries and rugs and porcelains in every direction—and our cat to make it look as though we really belonged here." Her voice trembled a moment on the verge of breaking and her eyes grew brilliant as freshly washed stars, but she lifted her resolute little head and caught the tremulous lower lip in her teeth. Then, the crisis over, she dropped the illustrated paper, came slowly back to her chair and sank down, extending her arms along the velvet upholstery in silence. Between them, on the floor, a sapphire rug stretched its ancient Persian folds. He looked at it gravely, thinking that its hue matched her eyes. Then he considered more important matters, plunging blindly into profound abstraction; and found nothing in the depths except that he had no money to go anywhere, but that he must go nevertheless. He looked up after a moment. "Would you and your sister think it inhospitable of me if I ask when you—I mean—if I——" "I know what you mean, Mr. Edgerton. Silvette and I are going at once. "You can’t. Do you think I’d permit it? Please remember, too, that you’ve advertised from here, and you’ve simply got to remain here. All I meant to ask was whether you think it might be for a week or two yet, but, of course, you can’t tell—and forgive me for asking—but I was merely trying to adjust several matters in my mind to conditions——" "Mr. Edgerton, we cannot remain. There is not in my mind the slightest doubt concerning your financial condition. If you _could_ let us stay until we secured employment, I’d ask it of you—because you are James Edgerton; but you can’t"—she rose with decision—"and I’m going up to the roof to tell Silvette." "If you stir I’ll take those suit cases and depart for good." "You are very generous—the Edgertons always were, I have heard, but we cannot accept——" He interrupted, smiling: "I think the Tennants never needed instruction concerning the finer points of obligation." ... He stood a moment thoughtfully, turning over and over the two dollars in his pocket; then with a laugh he walked across the studio and picked up his suit cases. "Don’t do that!" she said in a grave voice. "There is nothing else to do, Miss Tennant." "There’s another bedroom." They stood, not regarding one another, considering there in the sunshine.