West Fifty-seventh street.

Having let the creature abide under her roof for eleven months, she must justify herself for the act.

She meant to leave town, as I mean to go back to town, and, like me, truckled weakly to expediency.

Nevertheless, her weakness did me a real wrong.
_Shall I pass it on ?_ This is the moral question I would sift from what my readers may regard as trivial and commonplace details.

The fact that my experience is so common as to seem trite, is the most startling feature in the case.