CHAPTER VII.
Joe did not say, "I told you so." It was after eight that evening when he came home from his office, and she was annoyed at the delay, for she wanted to have her confession of failure over and done with.

As she waited restlessly, she envied him his business life.

How much simpler everything was for a man! Her nerves were on edge.

Why didn't he come! At last she heard his key in the door and sharply pulled herself together.

"How I detest him!" she thought to herself.
"Hello, Ethel." His voice from the hallway had a gruff and tired sound; but a moment later when he came in, it was with his usual friendly smile.