afraid that something will happen to her before she achieves it that she refuses to leave the room."
"When is it?"
"A week from to-day. Alayne is staying here till it's over; then she goes back to New York, to her old position with a publisher's firm."
"Look here; why doesn't she divorce Eden? Then you and she could marry."
"The proceedings would be too beastly unsavory. No, there's no hope there."
Something vicious in him prompted him to tease the pony. He cuffed her till she drew back her lips, showed all her teeth, bit at him, neighed, and finally reared and struck at him with her sharp hoofs. Maurice moved out of the way.
"Stop it, Renny," he said, half angry and half laughing at the display of temper by the pair. "You'll make her an ugly little brute for Wake to handle."
"That's true." He desisted at once, red-faced from temper, rather ashamed of himself.
"It's a pity Alayne could not have seen that."
"Yes, isn't it?" He began to stroke the pony. "Here, give me a lump of sugar, Maurice."
"No, I'll give it to her myself. She and I are friends. We have no quarrel to patch up. Have we, pet?"
He offered her sugar, but, too upset to take it, she wrinkled her lips and cast baleful glances at them both. As they left the loose-box, Maurice asked: "How is Meg, Renny?"
"I've just been to see her. She's still stuck in that awful hut, sulking. Nothing will budge her. It looks as though she would spend the rest of her days there. I don't know what I'm to do. If you could only see her! It would be pathetic if it weren't ridiculous. She has a few sticks of furniture she took from the attic. The floor
