Not openly, for she had to be careful; she worked at him in little ways.

She stirred his youth and his cast-off dreams by her own youth and zest for it all.

She got him to tell her of Nourse and Dwight, the old friends she herself had put on his trail, and of new friends he had met in his club--"the club I elected you to," she exulted.

But the next instant she would add, "Oh, Ethel, you're so ignorant! If you only knew about his work!" And knitting her brows she would listen hard while he talked of steel construction.

As with her encouragement he talked on rapidly, absorbed, Ethel would clutch at this and that.