We call them Intuitions, and sometimes we speak of them as Character, and sometimes as Heredity, and weakness of will--but they are there, just the same!" The confession of that mood was a costly one, for before the week was out they had, in some way, wearied of the sight of that daily procession of nephritics and neurotics, and were off again, like a pair of homeless swallows, to the Rhine salmon and the Black Forest venison of Baden.

From there they fled to the mountain air of St.Moritz, where they were frozen out and driven back to Paris--but always spending freely and thinking little of the vague tomorrow.

Durkin, indeed, recognized that taint of improvidence in his veins.

He was a spendthrift; he had none of the temperamental foresight and frugality of his wife, who reminded him, from time to time, and with ever-increasing anxiety, of their ever-melting letter of credit.

But, on the other hand, she stood ready to sacrifice everything, in order to build some new wall of interest about him, that she might immure him from his past.