The next afternoon she sat waiting for Joe.

She had come home the night before feeling so strong and sure of her course.

But beginning at the moment when she came into the empty apartment, subtly and by slow degrees again her home had cast its spell, as though the rooms were haunted.

"I've got to lay the ghost," she thought.

She had telephoned to Joe to come, and he had replied abruptly, "All right, I'll be there about four o'clock." It was just that now.