"It depends upon my husband's attitude how serious it is," I replied. "He made an issue of my not doing something which I felt I must do. Then he lost his temper and said things which if they are to be repeated, will keep me away forever!" I saw Jack's fists clench, and into his eyes there flashed a queer light. I knew what it was. Before he knew I was married he had told me of his long secret love for me. That he was fighting the temptation to let the breach between Dicky and me widen, I knew as well as if he had told me. Another moment, however, and he was master of himself again. "Sit down," he commanded tersely, and when I had obeyed he drew a chair close to my side. "My poor child," he said tenderly, "I know nothing about your husband, so I cannot judge this quarrel. But I am afraid in this marriage game you will learn that there must be a lot of giving up on both sides. Now I know you to be absolutely truthful. Tell me, is there any possibility that the overtures for a reconciliation ought to come from you?" "He told me that if I went out of the door, I must go out of it for good," I said hotly, and could have bitten my tongue out for the words the next moment. Jack drew a long breath. "Did he think you were going to see me?" "I believe he had that idea, yes." "Is he the sort of a man who always says what he means or does he say outrageous things when he is angry that he does not mean in the least?" "He has a most ungovernable temper, but he gets over the attacks quickly, and I know he doesn't mean all he says." "That settles it." Jack sprang up, and going to a stand in the corner took his hat and coat and stick. "What are you going to do, Jack?" I gasped. "I am going to find your husband and send him after you," he said sternly. "Jack, you mustn't," I said wildly. "But I must," he returned firmly. "You have quarrelled over me. I could not cross the water leaving you in an unsettled condition like this." He came swiftly to my side, and took my hands firmly in his. "Margaret, remember this, if I die or live, all I am and all I have is at your service. If I die there will be enough, thank heaven, to make you independent of any one. If I live--" He hesitated for a long moment, then stooped closer to me. "This may be a caddish thing to do, but it is borne in upon me that I ought to tell you this before I go. I hope the settling of this quarrel will be the beginning of a happier life for you. But if things should ever get really unbearable in your life, bad enough for divorce, I mean, remember that the dearest wish of my life would be fulfilled if I could call you wife. Good-by, Margaret. God bless and keep you." I felt the touch of his lips against my hair. Then he released me and went quickly out of the room.