"I am--distracted." "Why, my dear, what's the matter ?" asked Constance.

"Let me make you a cup of coffee." Over the steaming little cups Mildred grew more calm.
"Forest has found out in some way that I am speculating in Wall Street," she confided at length.

"I suppose some of his friends--he has lots down there--told him." Momentarily the picture of Drummond back of the post in Davies' building flashed over Constance.
"And he is awfully angry.

Oh, I never knew him to be so angry--and sarcastic, too." "Was it wholly over your money ?" asked Constance.

"Was there nothing else ?" Mrs.Caswell started.