"I was getting pretty tired of things," he added, "and I s'pose I'd have wound up in the D. T. parlors of some highly exclusive institution or behind a bath-room door with a gas-tube in my teeth. But--I met you, and you went to my head. I wanted you worse than I ever wanted anything--worse even than I ever wanted liquor. And now I have you. I've had you for one day, and that's something. I suppose it's silly to talk about starting over--I don't want to reform if I don't have to; moderation strikes me as an awful cold proposition; but it looks as if reform were indicated if I'm to keep you. I'm just an album of expensive habits, and--we're broke. Maybe I could--do something with myself if you took a hand. It's a good deal to ask of a girl like you, but"--he regarded her timidly, then averted his eyes--"if you cared to try it we MIGHT make it go for a while. And you might get to care for me a little--if I improve." Again he paused hopefully. "I've been as honest as I know how. Now, won't you be the same?" Lorelei roused herself, and spoke with quiet decision. "I'll go through to the end, Bob." Bob started and uttered an inarticulate word or two; in his face was a light of gladness that went to the girl's heart. His name had risen freely to her lips; he felt as if she had laid her hand in his with a declaration of absolute trust. "You mean that?" She nodded. He took her in his arms and kissed her gently; then, feeling her warm against his breast, he burst the bonds that had restrained him up to this moment and covered her face, her neck, her hair with passionate caresses. For the first time since his delirium of the night before he abandoned himself to the hunger her beauty excited, and she offered him no resistance. At last she freed herself, and, straightening the disorder of her hair, smiled at him mistily. "Wait. Please--" "Beautiful!" His eyes were aflame. "You're my wife. Nothing can change that." "Nothing except--yourself. Now, you MUST listen to me." She forced him reluctantly into his chair and seated herself opposite. He leaned forward and kissed her once more, then seized her hand and held it. At intervals he crushed his lips into its pink palm. "We must start honestly," she began. "Do you mind if I hurt you?" "You can't hurt me so long as you don't--leave me. Your eyes have haunted me every night. I've seen the curve of your neck--your lips. No woman was ever so perfect, so maddening." "Always that. You're not a husband at this moment; you're only a man." He frowned slightly. "That's what makes this whole matter so difficult," she went on. "Don't you see?" He shook his head. "You don't love me, you're drunk with--something altogether different to love. ... It's true," she insisted. "You show it. You don't even know the real me." "Beauty may be only a skin disease," Bob laughed, "but ugliness goes clear to the bone."