"I have something of a headache, James," she said. "I think I had better retire early." "I will not detain you long, my love," he answered. Soon they were in the sitting-room and the lady dropped into an easy chair. He could not sit down, but began to walk up and down nervously. "I hate very much to mention the matter to you, Sarah," he began, "but the fact is, a remittance from a man in Chicago who owes me quite some money has been delayed, and this has cut me short." "Do you want money?" "If you can spare it, I would like to have a hundred dollars or so until the remittance comes." "Very well, you can have it in the morning," answered Mrs. Talbot quietly. James Talbot had told her before they were married that he was fairly well-to-do, but since they had become man and wife she had not seen a dollar of his money. It was true, he had a little money, or had had it, but the amount was less than a thousand dollars, and it was now tied up in a speculation that promised little or no return. James Talbot had no head for business, and even his wife was beginning to find that out. He could be miserly, but miserliness is not true economy. He pretended to deal in real estate, but he was too shiftless and lazy to apply himself to steady work. "I will be all right as soon as the money comes," went on Talbot cheerfully. "After this I trust I shall never have to trouble you again." "How is the real estate business progressing?" she asked. "Fairly well. Granville is not a booming town." "I know that." "I am half of a mind to try my luck in Chicago. That is where they make fortunes in real estate every year." "Perhaps; but they have to have a large capital to start on." "Exactly, my love. But with a large capital it is a dead sure thing, for it cannot burn up, cannot be stolen from you, and constantly increases in value. What do you think of my plan to start in Chicago?" "I am sure I have no objection, although I am comfortably situated here." "You could keep this home if you wished--at least, at first, and I could come out every Saturday afternoon and remain until Monday. The trouble is, the venture would require quite some capital." "I presume it would." "If I had five or ten thousand dollars to spare, I would start at once." "Haven't you that much, James?" she asked, with interest. "Not in ready money. My cash is tied up in investments. But you could loan me the amount, couldn't you, my love?" Mrs. Talbot's face flushed, and her eyes sought the floor. She had been afraid that this was what was coming. "I--I suppose so," she faltered, hardly knowing what to say. "Of course you would be secured. I would see to that." "Yes, James, I would want that. For the money is to go to Robert, you know." His face fell. "The boy always!" he thought. "Oh, I wish he would never be heard from again!" "But if I make a barrel of money out of my investments, that must go to you," he said aloud.