"Perhaps you three would go with me?" suggested Elizabeth. "I’d be safe then--all I’d lack would be a physician to make my escort completely representative of the learned professions." "The newspaper men would be there," said Eades, "you may be sure of that, and the publicity--" At the word "publicity" Mrs. Ward cringed with genuine alarm. "Do you find publicity so annoying?" asked Elizabeth, smiling on the three men. "Elizabeth!" said Mrs. Ward, "I do wish you’d stop this nonsense! It may seem very amusing to you, but I assure you it is not amusing to me; I find it very distressing." She looked her distress, and then turned away in the disgust that was a part of her distress. "It would be shocking!" she said, when she seemed to them all to have had her say. "I’m sorry to shock you all," said Elizabeth meekly. "It’s very kind of you, I’m sure, to act as mentors and censors of my conduct. I feel sufficiently put down; you have helped me to a decision. I have decided, after hearing your arguments, and out of deference to your sentiments and opinions, to--" They all looked up expectantly. "--to go," she concluded. She smiled on them all with serenity; and they looked at her with that blank helplessness that came over them whenever they tried to understand her. X Though Elizabeth, as long as Eades and Modderwell were there, had chosen to satirize her predicament, and had experienced the pleasure of shocking them by the decision she reached, she found when they had gone that night, and she was alone in her room, that it was no decision at all. The situation presented itself in all seriousness, and she found that she must deal with it, not in any whimsical spirit, but in sober earnestness. She found it to be a real problem, incapable of isolation from those artificialities which were all that made it a problem. She had found it easy and simple enough, and even proper and respectable to visit the poor in their homes, but when she contemplated visiting them in the prisons which seemed made for them alone, and were too often so much better than their homes, obstacles at once arose. As she more accurately imagined these obstacles, they became formidable. She sat by the table in her room, under the reading-lamp that stood among the books she kept beside her, and determined to think it out. She made elaborate preparations, deciding to marshal all the arguments and then make deductions and comparisons, and thus, by a process almost mathematical, determine what to do. But she never got beyond the preparations; her mind worked, after all, intuitively, she felt rather than thought; she imagined herself, in the morning, going to the police station, confronting the officers, finally, perhaps, seeing Gusta. She saw clearly what her family, her friends, her set, the people she knew, would say--how horrified they would be, how they would judge and condemn her.