CHAPTER XXII.
I was shocked and distressed by the painful revelation which Mrs.Dewey had made to Constance.

A sadder history in real life I had never heard.
A few days after this memorable visit to the Allen House, a note was received by my wife, containing this single word, "_Come_," and signed _Delia_.
"Any change in the aspect of affairs ?" I inquired of Constance on her return.
"Yes.

Mrs.Dewey has received notice, in due form, of her husband's application for a divorce." "What has she done ?" "Nothing yet.

It was to ask my advice as to her best course that she sent for me." "And what advice did you give her ?" "I gave none.

First, I must consult you." I shook my head and replied, "It will not do for me to be mixed up in this affair, Constance." Worldly prudence spoke there.
My wife laid her hand upon my arm, and looking calmly in my face, said, "The right way is always a safe way." "Granted." "It will be right for you to give such advice as your judgment dictates, and therefore safe.