Mr. Rawn knew that many occupants of other cars were noting him. His dignity was perfect as he left his car, not noticing that the chauffeur once more touched his hat. His dignity remained unbroken as he walked up the Elizabethan steps, flanked by Japanese jars, and paused at the Colonial door. The door swung open softly. His dignity was such that he scarcely saw the man who took his coat and hat, and who received no greeting from his master. Calm, cold and scornful, as one well used to such surroundings, he passed through the long central halls and stood before the doubly glazed French window whose wide expanse fronted upon the lake. He came from inland parts, and he enjoyed this lake view he had bought. He did not hear the quiet footfall which approached over the heavy rug. Laura Rawn needed to speak to him the second time. "Well," said he, turning and sighing, "how's everything?" "Very well, John." "Not so bad, eh?" He jerked a thumb to indicate the lake. "It's grand!" said his wife, yet with no vast enthusiasm in her tone. "I should say it was grand! Anyhow, there's nothing grander around Chicago. There's not very much here in the way of scenery. Of course, in New York--" "Oh, don't let us talk of New York, John." "Why?" "I don't see how I could stand anything bigger or grander than this." "Stand anything more? Ha-hum! Well, that's just about what I expected you to say, Laura. Sometimes I wonder if there ever was a man more handicapped than I am. Look at this! What have I done for you? Why, I changed your whole life for you, as much as though you'd died and been born into another world. You couldn't have had all this if it hadn't been for me. You don't enjoy it. You've got no use for it. I don't set even this for my limit. I've got ambition, and I'm going up as far as a man can go in this country. If that means New York, all right, when the time comes. But what does my wife say? 'Oh, I couldn't stand that!' Stand it--why, I half believe, Laura, you wish you were back in Kelly Row right now--I believe that's right where you'd be this minute, if you had your choice." "I would, John; if things could be the way they once were." He only growled as he turned away petulantly. "Of course I want to see you do well, get ahead, John, as far as ever you can go. And of course you'd never be happy to go back there again." "Happy?--me--Kelly Row? You'd see John Rawn dead and buried first! I'd go jump in the lake if I thought I'd ever have to live again the way we used to."