"Think it! I _know_ it," snapped Mrs. Cobb, ruthlessly freeing her mind, regardless of the very evident suffering on her listener's face; "and it's just made my blood boil. Time an' again I've thought of speakin' up an' tellin' ye I jest wouldn't stand it, if I was you. But I didn't. I ain't no hand ter butt in where it don't concern me. But ter see you so plumb fooled with that ten thousand dollars--I jest can't stand it no longer. I _had_ ter speak up. Turnin' you off with a beggarly ten thousand dollars--and them with all that money! Bah!" "But, Mrs. Cobb, maybe he's coming back," stammered Helen faintly, with white lips. "Pshaw! So maybe the sun'll rise in the west termorrer," scoffed Mrs. Cobb; "but I ain't pullin' down my winder shades for it yet. No, he won't come back--ter _you_, Mis' Denby." "But he--he don't say it's for--for all time." "'Course he don't. But, ye see, he thinks he's lettin' ye down easy--a-sendin' ye that big check, an' tellin' ye ter take a playday. He don't want ye ter suspect, yet, an' make a fuss. He's countin' on bein' miles away when ye _do_ wake up an' start somethin'. That's why I'm a-talkin' to ye now--ter put ye wise ter things. I ain't goin' ter stand by an' see you bamboozled. Now do you go an' put on your things an' march up there straight. I'll take care of the baby, an' be glad to, if you don't want ter leave her with Bridget." "_I go up there?_" Helen's voice was full of dismayed protest. "Sure! You brace right up to 'em, an' tell 'em you've caught on ter their little scheme, and you ain't goin' ter stand for no such nonsense. If he wants ter git rid of you an' the baby, all well an' good. That is, I'm takin' it for granted that you wouldn't fight it--the divorce, I mean." "_Divorce!_" almost shrieked Helen. "But that he's got ter treat ye fair and square, an' give ye somewheres near what's due ye," went on Mrs. Cobb, without apparently noticing Helen's horrified exclamation. "Now don't cry; and, above all things, don't let 'em think they've scared ye. Just brace right up an' tell 'em what's what." "Oh, but Mrs. Cobb, I--I--" With a choking sob and a hysterical shake of her head, Helen turned and fled down the hall to her own door. Once inside her apartment she stumbled over to the crib and caught the sleeping Dorothy Elizabeth into her arms. "Oh, Baby, Baby, it's all over--all over," she moaned. "I can't ever be a daintily gowned wife welcoming him to a well-kept home now. Never--never! I can't welcome him at all. He isn't coming back. He doesn't _want_ to come back. He's ashamed of us, Baby,--_ashamed of us_!" Dorothy Elizabeth, roused from her nap and convulsively clutched in a pair of nervous hands, began to whimper restlessly. "No, no, Baby, not of you," sobbed Helen, rocking the child back and forth in her arms. "It was me--just me he was ashamed of. What shall I do, what _shall_ I do?"