Harry Green entered as one assured of a welcome.

The woman at the window turned her head, but did not move.
Going to her, the man, with an endearing word, offered a caress; but she put him aside.

"Please, Harry,--please let me be alone to-night ?" "Why, Martha, dear! What is wrong ?" he protested, again attempting to draw her to him.
Resisting more vigorously, she answered: "Everything is wrong! You are wrong! I am wrong! All life is wrong! Can't you understand?
Please leave me." The man drew back, and spoke roughly in a tone of disgust: "Hell! I believe you love that bank clerk as much as you ever did!" "Well, and suppose that were true, Harry ?" she answered, wearily.
"Suppose it were true,--that I did still love my husband?
Could that make any difference now?
Can anything ever make any difference now?
You will tire of me before long, just as you have grown tired of the others who were before me.

Don't you suppose I know?
You and our friends have taught me many things, Harry.

I know, now, that Brian's dreams were right.