"Is that so?" Lily said, with the simper proper when speaking to strangers. "I mean," Eleanor said, "I know about--" her lips were so dry she stopped to moisten them--"about Mr. Curtis and you." "I ain't acquainted with your son." Eleanor caught her breath, but went on, "I haven't come to reproach you." Lily tossed her head. "Reproach? _Me?_ Well, I must say, I don't see no cause why you should! _I_ don't know no Mr. Curtis!" She was alertly on guard for Maurice; "I guess you've mixed me up with some other lady." "Please!" Eleanor said; "I _know_. He told me--about Jacky." Instantly Lily's desire to defend Maurice was tempered by impatience with him; the idea of him letting on to his mother! Then, noticing her boy, who was silently observing the caller from the doorway, she said: "Jacky! Go right out of this room." "Won't," said Jacky. "She gimme the horn," he remarked. "Aw, now, sweety, go on out!" Lily entreated. Jacky said, calmly, "Won't." At which his mother got up and stamped her foot. "Clear right out of this room, or I'll see to you! Do you hear me? Go on, now, or I'll give you a reg'lar spanking!" Jacky ran. He never obeyed her when he could help it, but he always recognized the moment when he couldn't help it. Lily closed the door, and stood with her back against it, looking at her caller. "Well," she said, "if you _are_ on to it, I'm sure you ain't going to make trouble for him with his wife." "I am his wife." "His _wife_?" They looked at each other for a speechess moment. Then the tears sprang to Lily's eyes. "Oh, you poor soul!" she said. "Say, don't feel bad! It's pretty near ten years ago; he was just a kid. Since then--honest to God, I give you my word, he 'ain't hardly said 'How do you do' to me!" "I know," Eleanor said; her hands were gripped hard together; "I know that. I know he has been ... perfectly true to me--lately. I am not saying a word about that. It's the child. I want to make a proposition to you about the child." Her lips trembled, but she smiled; she remembered to smile, because if she didn't look pleasant Lily might get angry. She was a little frightened; but she gave a nervous laugh. She spoke with gentleness, almost with sweetness. "I came to see you, Mrs. Dale, because I hope you and I can make some arrangement about the little boy. I want to help you by relieving you of--of his support. I mean," said Eleanor, still smiling with her trembling lips, "I mean, I will take him, and bring him up, so as to save you the expense." Lily's amazed recoil made her break into entreaty; "My husband wants him, and I do, too! I thought perhaps you'd let him go home with me to-night? I--I promise I'll take the best of care of him!" Lily was too dumfounded to speak, but her thoughts raced. "For the land's sake!" she said under her breath. She was sitting down now, but her hands in her lap had doubled into rosy fighting fists.