The night was gusty, the north-west wind made fierce attacks on the square, comfortable house.

Daphne rose slowly; she moved noiselessly across the floor; she stood with her arms behind her looking down at the sleeping Roger.

Then a thought struck her; she reached out a hand to the new number of an American Quarterly which lay, with the paper knife in it, on a table beside the bed.

She had ordered it in a mood of jealous annoyance because of a few pages of art criticism in it by Mrs.Fairmile, which impertinently professed to know more about the Vitali Signorelli than its present owner did; but she remembered also an article on "The Future for Women," which had seemed to her a fine, progressive thing.

She turned the pages noiselessly--her eyes now on the unconscious Roger--now on the book.
"All forms of contract--in business, education, religion, or law--suffer from the weakness and blindness of the persons making them--the marriage contract as much as any other.