"That was Coxe's fault," blurted out Howard, always ready to blame others for his own shortcomings. "You remember Coxe! He was at Yale when I was. A big, fair fellow with blue eyes. He pulled stroke in the 'varsity boat race, you remember?" "I think I do," replied his wife, indifferently, as she helped him to more stew. "What did he want? What's he doing in New York?" "He's got a fine place in a broker's office in Wall Street. I felt ashamed to let him see me low down like this. He said that I could make a good deal of money if only I had a little capital. He knows everything going on in Wall Street. If I went in with him I'd be on Easy Street." "How much would it require?" "Two thousand dollars." The young wife gave a sigh as she answered: "I'm afraid that's a day dream. Only your father could give you such an amount and you wouldn't go to him, would you?" "Not if we hadn't another crust in the house," snapped Howard savagely. "You don't want me to, do you?" he asked looking up at her quickly. "No, dear," she answered calmly. "I have certainly no wish that you should humble yourself. At the same time I am not selfish enough to want to stand in the way of your future. Your father and stepmother hate me, I know that. I am the cause of your separation from your folks. No doubt your father would be very willing to help you if you would consent to leave me." Howard laughed as he replied: "Well, if that's the price for the $2,000 I guess I'll go without it. I wouldn't give you up for a million times $2,000!" Annie stretched her hand across the table. "Really," she said. "You know I wouldn't Annie," he said earnestly. "Not one second have I ever regretted marrying you--that's honest to God!" A faint flush of pleasure lit up the young wife's face. For all her assumed lightheartedness she was badly in need of this reassurance. If she thought Howard nourished secret regrets it would break her heart. She could stand anything, any hardship, but not that. She would leave him at once. In a way she held herself responsible for his present predicament. She had felt a deep sense of guilt ever since that afternoon in New Haven when, listening to Howard's importunities and obeying an impulse she was powerless to resist, she had flung aside her waitress's apron, furtively left the restaurant and hurried with him to the minister who declared them man and wife.