Helen dreaded the home-coming of the newly married pair. Ebenezer was all upset over the letters his sister had written him from abroad, and as Deforrest was obliged to be away so much, she had spent many hours of mental worry by herself. The sound of a carriage took her into the hall, where she stood until Ebenezer threw open the door. The first sight of her young sister-in-law showed Mrs. Waldstricker that the girl was not at all contented and happy. Madelene's face was pale, but not more so than Frederick's. Ebenezer looked like a thunder cloud. Helen, with her usual tact and sweetness greeted the young people in a sisterly manner. "I'm so glad to have you both back," she purred, kissing first one, then the other. "Now, dear,"--to Madelene, "come along up with me and get off your wraps and then we'll have dinner." The two women went upstairs together in silence, and it was not until Helen had closed the door and Madelene had removed her wraps that Mrs. Graves turned upon her brother's wife. "I suppose you noticed from Ebbie's letters that I've been awfully unhappy?" "Yes," admitted Helen, "but I was in hopes it had passed over." "It's worse now than it was before," answered Madelene, "I'm perfectly certain he doesn't care for me--" "Then why did he marry you?" interrupted Helen. "For my money! That's why!" Helen's answering ejaculation brought a short, bitter laugh from the girl. "Oh, no, dear," protested Mrs. Waldstricker. "You must be mistaken. I'm positive, he's an honorable young man." Madelene flung herself impatiently into a chair. "Sit down," she said. "Don't stand up!... Oh, I'm so tired! It seems years since we left France. And Fred's been like a death's house all the time. I can't for the life of me see why he should act the way he does. Why, Helen, he goes days without as much as ever starting to speak to me. If he talks at all, I simply have to drag the words from him." "That's dreadful," sympathized Helen, "but perhaps he isn't well, dear. Why don't you get him to see a doctor?" Madelene shrugged her shoulders disdainfully. "It's not a doctor he wants, it's that Skinner girl, I can see that plainly enough." Helen dropped on the arm of the girl's chair and slipped her arm around her neck. "Well, now you're home," she soothed. "Ebenezer'll help you if he can, and I know Deforrest will. I'm perfectly certain though, Tessibel Skinner would do nothing to make Frederick swerve from his loyalty to you." "Do you know whether Eb went down there to see her?" asked the girl, wearily. "I think he did. He asked Tess for Frederick's letters, but she said she hadn't received any from him. And really, I don't believe she did, for she tells everything to Deforrest and she'd tell him that, I'm sure." Madelene shook her head incredulously. "I feel perfectly positive he wrote her," she asserted. "Well, perhaps!--" said Helen. Then they were silent a few moments.