Horror clutched his heart. Mr. Graham evidently knew, and knowing had supplied his place without deeming him worth the trouble of notifying, even. Had supplied it, moreover, with the one man who he himself believed would fill it with credit. The readers would be satisfied. He would not be missed. He turned and stumbled blindly down the stairs. Mr. Graham heard him, and hurrying to the door, recognized and followed him--trying to explain and to persuade him to return. But he was too much excited to listen. His reason prompted him to listen, but the Imp of the Perverse laughed reason to scorn. Seeing disaster ahead he rushed headlong to embrace it. He understood--he understood, he reiterated. There was nothing to explain. Mr. Graham had secured Dr. Griswold's services. Mr. Graham had done well. No, not for any inducement would he consider returning. He was gone! He was in the street--a wanderer! A beggar, he told himself! * * * * * He wandered aimlessly about for an hour, then foot-sore--exhausted in mind and body--he turned his face wearily in the direction of Spring Garden, with its rose-embowered cottage sheltering exquisite beauty--unalterable love--unfailing forgiveness--_heartsease_. He must go home and tell "Muddie" and "Sissy" that he was a ruined man! Oh, if they would only give him his desert for once! If they would only punish him as he felt he should be punished. But they would not! They could not--for they were angels. They were more--they were loving women filled with that to which his mind and his soul bowed down and worshipped as reverently as they worshipped God in Heaven--woman's love, with its tenderness, its purity, and its unwavering steadfastness. They would suffer--that horrible fear, the fear of the Wolf at the door which they had not known in their beloved Spring Garden and since he had been with _Graham's_ would again rob them of peace. They would bear it with meek endurance, but they would not be able to hide it from him. He would see it in the wistful eyes of Virginia and in the patient eyes of "Muddie." But they would utter no reproach. They would soothe him with winning endearments and bid him be of good cheer and would make a gallant fight to show him that they were perfectly happy. * * * * *