Fulkerson was cheerful when they got into the street, almost gay; and Mrs.March experienced a rebound from her depression which she felt that she ought not to have experienced.

But she condoned the offence a little in herself, because her husband remained so constant in his gravity; and, pending the final accounting he must make her for having been where he could be of so much use from the first instant of the calamity, she was tenderly, gratefully proud of all the use he had been to Conrad's family, and especially his miserable old father.

To her mind, March was the principal actor in the whole affair, and much more important in having seen it than those who had suffered in it.

In fact, he had suffered incomparably.
"Well, well," said Fulkerson.

"They'll get along now.