"Why doesn't she try sending some of her angel food to the Woman's Exchange ?" Jimmy, who had listened to this advice with the expression of tolerant amusement he always wore when women began to talk about the more serious affairs of life in his presence, made an honest, if vulgar, attempt to lighten the solemnity of the situation with a joke.
"Gabriella isn't trying to earn church money.

You're out gunning for a living, aren't you, Ella ?" he inquired.
"I'm sick of being dependent," repeated Gabriella, while her face grew stern.

"Do you think if Jane had had enough money to live on that she would ever have stood Charley so long ?" "Oh, yes, I should, Gabriella.

Marriage is sacred to me!" exclaimed Jane, whose perfect wifeliness atoned, even in the opinion of Jimmy, for any discrepancies in logic.

"Nothing on earth could have induced me to leave him until--until this happened." The conviction that she had never at any moment since her marriage "failed in her duty to Charley" lent a touching sanctity to her expression, while the bitter lines around her mouth faded in the wan glow that flooded her face.