Symes laughed. Nothing could have been more preposterous than the suggestion that his control over Augusta was not absolute. "Why, certainly. I mean to speak to Augusta at once in regard to this matter of drinking. I've never approved of it for women. There are two things that cannot be denied--Augusta is obedient and she's truthful." His good-nature restored by the contemplation of these facts, he turned away determined to demonstrate his control of the situation for his own and the old woman's benefit at the earliest opportunity. In fact, the present was as good as any. He walked to the door opening upon the porch, where Dr. Harpe still sat on the arm of the chair, her hand resting upon Augusta's shoulder. "One moment, Augusta, if you please." She arose at once with a slightly inquiring look and followed him inside. "I have reason to believe, or rather to know, that you have fallen into the way of doing something of which I do not at all approve," he began. "I mean drinking, Augusta. It's nothing serious, I am aware of that, it's only that I do not like it, so oblige me by not doing that sort of thing again." His tone was kindly but final. He expected to see contrition in Augusta's face, her usual penitence for mistakes; instead of which there was a sullen resentment in the glance she flashed at him from her dark eyes. "It's true, isn't it? You do not mean to deny it?" "No." "You intend to respect my wishes, of course?" "Of course." She turned from him abruptly and went back to the porch. The action was unlike her. He was still thinking of it when he put on his hat and went down town to attend to an errand before dinner. As the gate swung behind him Dr. Harpe said unpleasantly-- "You were raked over the coals, eh, Gus?" Mrs. Symes flushed in discomfiture. "Oh, no--not exactly." "Oh, yes, you were. Don't deny it; you're as transparent as a window-pane. What was it?" "He has found out--some one has told him that we--that I have been drinking occasionally." "That old woman." Dr. Harpe jerked her head contemptuously toward the kitchen. "Probably it was grandma--she doesn't like it, I'm sure, for I never was allowed to do anything of the sort; in fact, I never thought of it or cared to." "You are a free human being, aren't you? You can do what you like?" "I've always preferred to do what Phidias liked since we've been married." "Phidias! Phidias! You make me tired! You talk like a peon!" Her hand rested heavily upon Mrs. Symes's shoulder. "Assert yourself--don't be a fool! Let's have a drink." Mrs. Symes winced under her tightening grip. "Oh, no, no," she replied hastily. "Phidias would be furious. I--I wouldn't dare." "Look here." She took Mrs. Symes's chin in her hand and raised her face, looking deep into her eyes. "Won't you do it for me? because I ask you?" "I can't." There was an appeal in her eyes as she lifted them to the determined face above her. "You can. You _will_. Do you want me to stay away again?"