Her instructions were carried out after some parley. In the meantime, Douglas’s man servant appeared, and said that he had been instructed to remove his master’s luggage. “Is Mr. Forster leaving the hotel?” she asked. “I dont know his arrangements, madam.” “I guess I do, then,” said a sulky man, who was preparing to wheel away Marian’s trunk. “He’s about to shift his billet to the Gran’ Central.” Marian, still in a towering rage, sat down in her new room to consider her situation. To fix her attention, which repeatedly wandered to what had passed between her and Douglas, she counted her money, and found that she had, besides a twenty pound note which she had brought with her from London, only a few loose dollars in her purse. Her practice in housekeeping at Westbourne Terrace and Holland Park had taught her the value of money too well to let her suppose that she could afford to remain at a first rate American hotel with so small a sum in her possession. At home Conolly had made her keep a separate banking account; and there was money to her credit there; but in her ignorance of the law, she was not sure that she had not forfeited all her property by eloping. She resolved to move at once into some cheap lodging, and to live economically until she could ascertain the true state of her affairs, or until she could obtain some employment, to support her. She faced poverty without fear, never having experienced it. It was still early in the afternoon when she left the hotel and drove to the Crawfords’. “So you have come at last,” cried Mrs. Crawford, who was fifty years of age and stout, but leaner in the face than fat Englishwomen of that age usually are. “I just expected you’d soon git tired of being grand all by yourself in the hotel yonder.” “I fear I shall have to be the reverse of grand all by myself in some very shabby lodging,” said Marian. “Dont be surprised Mrs. Crawford. Can one live in New York on ten dollars a week?” “_You_ cant live on ten dollars a week in New York nor on a hundred. You rode here, didnt you?” “Yes, of course.” “Of course. If you have only ten dollars a week you should have walked. I know the sort you are, Mrs. Forster. You wont be long getting rid of your money, no matter where you live. But whats wrong? Hows your husband?” “I dont know. I hope he is quite well,” said Marian, her voice trembling a little. “Mrs. Crawford: you are the only friend I have in America; and you have been so very kind to me that since I must trouble some one, I have ventured to come to you. The truth is that I have left my husband; and I have only about one hundred dollars in the world. I must live on that until I get some employment, or perhaps some money of my own from England.”