It came to be the day after to-morrow that he was expected to pay the monthly expenses for Edith, and he realized that he couldn’t do it. Mrs. Temple saw from the way he strode blindly about the house that he was in distress. She’d been watching him (without seeming to do so) for some hours. Finally she managed to get in his way so that he was compelled to stop before her. He hesitated and looked at her blankly. “Oh, Mrs. Temple. Yes—yes.” “I was just thinkin’, Mr. Haworth, there’s furniture in this house that you ain’t got any use fur that I c’n see.” “Take anything you want, Mrs. Temple.” He turned to resume his feverish pacing. “No, Mr. Haworth, it wasn’t that!” She was so emphatic that he stopped again and stood looking at her. “There’s good furniture here, Mr. Haworth. Now that sideboard—I don’t see’s you really need it. Maybe I could find somebody that’d give a good price for it——” “What?” She repeated what she’d said. “Could you find him now?” “I’ll have to go in to Boston. There’s a man there——” “Would—would it be enough to—to——” “I dunno exactly, but that sideboard’s wuth consid’rable; and that walnut set in the East Room——” “Anything—anything, Mrs. Temple. Please hurry. You might lose a chance!” And he almost pushed her out of the room. The enormous relief made him feel really faint and he sank into the nearest chair. * * * * * It was more than two months after the sale of the sideboard—during which interval many other articles of furniture and four paintings had been disposed of in one way or another, together with the largest of his two lathes and his shaper and drill press—that Edith heard what was going on. The information reached her via Augustus, who kept a close watch on Haworth, and observing the trucks of second-hand dealers taking these various articles from the mansion, took delight in taunting her with it. At once she insisted that the nurse should not remain another day—that it was entirely unnecessary, as she was feeling very much better. She seemed so determined about this that the doctor thought best to give way, and told her the nurse could go at the end of the month. In a letter to Haworth, Edith told him that she was so much better that the nurse was going, and that hereafter she could manage with very little help—perhaps none at all—as Augustus had got a job again and she was going to insist that he turn over half his pay to her for household expenses. She would miss the nurse, of course, she said, especially about getting his letters at the Post Office and taking hers there. But she would find some way.