I searched my memory wildly for a moment. Where to, indeed! But the chauffeur waited. "Brooklyn Bridge," I said desperately. "Very well, ma'am," and in another minute we were speeding swiftly southward. As I cowered against the cushions of the taxi, with burning cheeks and crushed spirit, I realized that my marriage with Dicky was not a yoke that I could wear or not as I pleased. It was still on my shoulders, heavy just now, but a burden that I realized I loved and could not live without. And I had thought to end it all when I dashed out of the apartment! I knew that I could have done nothing else but walk out after Dicky uttered his humiliating ultimatum. But I also knew Dicky well enough to realize that when he came to himself he would regret what he had done and try to find me. I must make it an easy task for him. So I decided my destination quickly. I would go to my old boarding place, where my mother and I had lived and where I had first met Dicky. My kindly old landlady, Mrs. Stewart, was one of my best friends. Without telling too broad a falsehood, I could make her believe I had come to spend the night with her. The next day, I hoped, would solve its own problems. "This is the bridge entrance, ma'am." The chauffeur's voice broke my revery. I had made my decision just in time. How fortunate it was that I had chosen the Brooklyn Bridge destination! I had only to walk up the stairs to the elevated train that took me within three squares of Mrs. Stewart's home. "Bless your heart, child, but I am glad to see you!" was Mrs. Stewart's hearty greeting. Then she glanced at my bag. I hastened to explain. "Mr. Graham's mother is with us, so I haven't any scruples about leaving him alone," I said lightly. "It's so far over here I thought I would stay the night with you, so that we could have the good long visit I promised you when I was here last." "That's splendid," she agreed heartily, "and I'll wager you can't guess who's here." My prophetic soul told me the answer even before I saw the tall figure emerge from an immense easy chair which had effectually concealed him. I was to bid Jack good-by after all. Mrs. Stewart closed the door behind her softly as Jack came over to my side. "What is the matter, Margaret?" he said tensely. "Nothing at all." I told the falsehood gallantly, but it did not convince Jack. "You can't make me believe that, Margaret," he said gravely. "I know you too well. Tell me, have you quarrelled with your husband?" Jack has played the elder brother role to me for so long that the habit of obedience to him is second nature to me. "Yes," I said faintly. "Over me?" The question was quick and sharp. I nodded. "You showed him my letter? Of course, I wished you to do so." "Yes." "How serious is the quarrel? I see you have a bag with you."