The talk grew more general. Barbara called the attention of every one to something Gregory had said, a concession for one who did not usually share her dinner partners or else a successful attempt to break up other conversations. Irish problems led to a discussion of general politics. Helen was in the talk now--vigorously. Mrs. Brownley gave the retailed opinion of Mr. Brownley before he could quote himself. Gage heard without contributing to what was being said. He was listening with amusement to Mrs. Brownley’s platitudes and half unconsciously letting his admiration rise at the clarity of Helen’s thought and the deftness of her phrases. What presence she had! In the contemplation of her he felt the problems which had been harassing him all day--deadlocks in plans, money shortage, fall away. As they had used to--he slipped into memories and amazingly they did not cause him pain, though even as he looked he saw upon her the marks of the work she had done and would do, the new definiteness, the look of being headed somewhere. But his rancor seemed to have burned itself out and with it had gone the old possessive passion. He stirred restlessly. Some phœnix was rising. Mr. Brownley turned at his movement, offering sympathy. “Nothing for us to do, Gage,” he chuckled tritely, “except to talk about recipes. The women talk politics now.” Gage did not laugh at the old joke. “Women and men may get together on a subject yet,” he answered, with heavy awkwardness. Instantly it seemed to him that it was what he had meant to say for a long time. He caught the incredulous, almost pitiful look on Helen’s face as she heard and pretended not to hear, met the quick, wondering glance she snatched away from him. Her tremulousness gave him confidence. Impatient of his guests now, he looked across at her, his eyes kindling. Whether they could work it out through his storms and hers ceased to gnaw at his thought of her. He saw her strong, self-sufficient, felt his own strength rising to meet hers, also self-sufficient. The delight of the adventure, the indestructible adventure between man and woman remained. His mind moored there. THE END Typographical errors corrected by the etext transcriber: rose with the bawn=> rose with the dawn {pg 149} what a beneficient=> what a beneficent {pg 183}