“I’ll be so glad,” she went on after the briefest pause, “to wear anything that you——” suddenly putting out her hand, “oh, you’re so kind!” It was incredible! At this time yesterday he had been unaware that she existed; now he was unaware that anything else did. But there was hardly time to realize it before the hand was gone and she was moving toward the door; and very soon Hulda came and the two went off together. Haworth stood in the doorway and watched them go down the great stone steps and along the curved drive to Torrington Road. Then he came slowly in, closed the door, and stood thinking—or rather, remembering. Not one word had he said to her since she came down. Going over every smallest detail of what had occurred, he couldn’t find any place where he had said anything. But why should he? There didn’t seem to be anything to say. As a matter of fact he had no idea at all of what had happened to him. From this you’ll understand why he had no slightest sense of guilt or trespass. It didn’t disturb him when Findlay came back from the city and borrowed twenty dollars—an amount, he told Haworth, that would enable him to take advantage of an extraordinary business opportunity which had presented itself. * * * * * Hulda brought Mrs. Findlay and a large number of packages home in a taxi about a quarter before five. Haworth was down in his workshop, where he managed, by the exertion of enormous will power, to do a few little pieces of manual labor on one of the lathes. His being unable to concentrate on his work had worried him quite a bit. But although he was entirely aware that Edith was tremendously attractive to him in many ways, it did not occur to him to connect that circumstance with what seemed to him a failing intellect so far as mechanics was concerned. Hulda descended to the basement to report to Haworth on the shopping tour, which had resulted in not only what they had brought home, but several articles that were to be fitted later. “Tell me what you did about the shoes?” he inquired, without the least effort to conceal his eagerness for information on that subject. “Oh yes, sir! There’s lovely ones for the house an’ two kinds for the street, that’s most beautiful on ’er. Wait till you see ’em, sir!” “I will,” said Haworth, and went on with his screw-cutting at the lathe, though his mind had absented itself entirely from mechanical pursuits. Fortunately the process was largely automatic, so no serious damage was done.