"I will see you when you return."
She stood bewildered, watching him go down the hall and enter his library.
That and his sleeping room were the only places in the house sacred to
him. No one entered, no one, not even the incorrigible children, touched
anything there. She slowly went to the car, trying to rally to Leslie's
greeting, struggling to fix her mind on anything pointed out to her as
something she might enjoy.
At last she said: "I don't know what is the matter with me Leslie. James
is planning something, I haven't an idea what; but his grim, reproachful
face is slowly driving me wild. I'm getting so I can't sleep. You saw him
come home as I left. He talked positively crazy, as if he had the crack of
doom in his hands and were prepared to crack it. He said he 'would see me
when I came back.' Indeed he will--to his sorrow! He will be as he used to
be, or we will separate. The idea, with scarcely a cent to his name, of
him undertaking to dictate to me, _to me!_ Do you blame me Leslie? You
heard him the other day! You know how he insulted me!"
Leslie leaned forward, laying a firm hand in a grip on Mrs.
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