"But, Jimmy! Surely _you_ can understand? There's only a game separating the Giants and the Phillies, with the Braves coming along just behind. And the season only half over!" Mrs. Crocker looked imploringly at him. "It will only be for a little while, Bingley. Lady Corstorphine, who has means of knowing, says that your name is certain to be in the next Honours List. After that you can come back as often as you like. We could spend the summer here and the winter in England, or whatever you pleased." Mr. Crocker capitulated. "All right, Eugenia. I'll come." "Bingley! We shall have to go back by the next boat, dear. People are beginning to wonder where you are. I've told them that you are taking a rest in the country. But they will suspect something if you don't come back at once." Mr. Crocker's face wore a drawn look. He had never felt so attached to his wife as now, when she wept these unexpected tears and begged favours of him with that unfamiliar catch in her voice. On the other hand . . . A vision rose before him of the Polo Grounds on a warm afternoon. . . . He crushed it down. "Very well," he said. Mr. Pett offered a word of consolation. "Maybe you'll be able to run over for the World's Series?" Mr. Crocker's face cleared. "That's true." "And I'll cable you the scores every day, dad," said Jimmy. Mrs. Crocker looked at him with a touch of disapproval clouding the happiness of her face. "Are you staying over here, James? There is no reason why you should not come back, too. If you make up your mind to change your habits--" "I have made up my mind to change them. But I'm going to do it in New York. Mr. Pett is going to give me a job in his office. I am going to start at the bottom and work my way still further down." Mr. Pett yapped with rapture. He was experiencing something of the emotion of the preacher at the camp-meeting who sees the Sinners' Bench filling up. To have secured Willie Partridge, whom he intended to lead gradually into the realms of high finance by way of envelope-addressing, was much. But that Jimmy, with a choice in the matter, should have chosen the office filled him with such content that he only just stopped himself from dancing on his bad foot. "Don't worry about me, dad. I shall do wonders. It's quite easy to make a large fortune. I watched uncle Pete in his office this morning, and all he does is sit at a mahogany table and tell the office-boy to tell callers that he has gone away for the day. I think I ought to rise to great heights in that branch of industry. From the little I have seen of it, it seems to have been made for me!" CHAPTER XXVI EVERYBODY HAPPY Jimmy looked at Ann. They were alone. Mr. Pett had gone back to bed, Mrs. Crocker to her hotel. Mr. Crocker was removing his make-up in his room. A silence had followed their departure. "This is the end of a perfect day!" said Jimmy. Ann took a step towards the door. "Don't go!" Ann stopped. "Mr. Crocker!" she said.