THE REVEREND MR.

PYECROFT The next evening, Friday, as they left the dining-room, draped with the heavy odor of a dark, mysterious viand which Matilda in a whisper had informed Mrs.De Peyster to be pot-roast, Mrs.Gilbert stopped them on the stairs.

In her most casual, superior tone, she notified Mrs.De Peyster that she would thank them for another week's pay in advance the following day, or their room.
Here was a crisis that had to be faced at once.

Up in their room they discussed finance, going over and over their predicament, for two hours.

There seemed no practical solution.
A heavy rain had begun to fall.