’Comehereaminute，oldman。I’mintrouble’——’Heavensendhe’lllistentome！’TherewassomethingverylikeanoathfromBessie’slips。ShewasafraidofDick，anddisappeareddownthestaircaseinpanic，butitseemedanagebeforeTorpenhowenteredthestudio。Hewenttothemantelpiece，buriedhisheadonhisarms，andgroanedlikeawoundedbull。
’Whatthedevilrighthaveyoutointerfere？’hesaid，atlast。
’Who’sinterferingwithwhich？Yourownsensetoldyoulongagoyoucouldn’tbesuchafool。Itwasatoughrack，St。Anthony，butyou’reallrightnow。’
’Ioughtn’ttohaveseenhermovingabouttheseroomsasiftheybelongedtoher。That’swhatupsetme。Itgivesalonelymanasortofhankering，doesn’tit？’saidTorpenhow，piteously。
’Nowyoutalksense。Itdoes。But，sinceyouaren’tinaconditiontodiscussthedisadvantagesofdoublehousekeeping，doyouknowwhatyou’regoingtodo？’