The doctor wet his lips. "But, if--if Burke knew--" "Look a-here," cut in Helen resolutely, "you've been to our house quite a lot since Burke and me was married. You think I made Burke real happy, don't you?" There was no answer. "You might just as well say the words with your lips, Doctor. Your face has said them," observed Helen, a little dryly. "Well--no, then;--but I feel like a brute to say it." "You needn't. I made you. Besides, I'm glad to have you say it. We're right out in the open, now, and maybe we can get somewhere. Look a-here, do you know?--for the first time in my life to-day I was sorry for John Denby. I was! I got to thinking, with Dorothy Elizabeth all safe and snug in my arms, how, by and by, she'd be a little girl, and then a young lady. And she was so sweet and pretty, and--and I _loved_ her so! And I got to thinking how I'd feel if somebody took her away from me the way I took Burke away from his father, and married her when I didn't want her to, any more 'n Burke's father wanted _him_ to; and I--I could see then how he must have felt, worshiping Burke as he did. I know--I used to see them together, when I was nurse there with Mrs. Allen's children. I never saw a father and son so much like--chums. He doted on Burke. I know now how he felt. And--and it's turned out the way he said. I hain't been the one for Burke at all. I've--I've dragged him down." "Mrs. Denby, please--" begged the doctor. But she paused only long enough to shake her head. "Yes, I have. I know. I've been thinking it all over--the life we've led together, and what he might have had, if he hadn't had--if it hadn't been for me. And that's why, now, I want to see if--if I can't learn how to--to make him not ashamed of me. And it ain't for me, only, it's for Dorothy Elizabeth. I want to teach her. It's bad enough to have him ashamed of me; but I--I just couldn't stand it if he should ever be--be ashamed of--_her_. And now--won't you help me, please? Remember, Burke don't _want_ me at home, now, so I'm not displeasing him. _Won't_ you help me? It's my only--chance!" The doctor sprang to his feet. His eyes were moist and his voice shook when he spoke. "Help you! I'll help you to--to bring down the moon and all the stars, if you say the word! Mrs. Denby, you're a--a little brick, and there's no end to the way I respect and admire you. Of course I'll help you--somehow. Though _how_ I haven't the faintest idea. Meanwhile you must get some rest. As I told you, my sister is at the beach, and there are only Hawkins and his wife here to keep the house open. But they'll make you comfortable for the night, and we'll see to-morrow what can be done. We'll have some kind of a plan," he finished, as he crossed the room to ring the bell. "Oh, thank you, thank you!" breathed Helen. "But, remember, please, I'm not Mrs. Denby. I'm Mrs. Darling--my mother's maiden name," she begged in a panic, as the doctor touched the bell.