ened at what she had done. Hers had never been an aggressive nature. People had always had their way with her. It terrorized her now to think that she had forced Hubert to make this important move. Also she felt abashed at her insolence in taking it for granted that she was of greater moment than Helen. Nothing but a sudden rage could have made her forget herself to such an extent. In sane moments she had always been satisfied with what she had in life and had taken it as a matter of course that Helen should be Mrs. Scott and she "Mrs. Cory." It was all Louise's fault. Something damn nasty would probably come of this. Even the fortune teller had advised against stirring up trouble. Of course fortune tellers were the bunk, but still once in a while they were right. She had gotten a letter from Europe directly after the fortune teller had said she would. It really wasn't for her. It had been put in her mail-box by mistake, but she had gotten it. She wished Hubert would come back for something or other so she could tell him not to go. Perhaps he never would come back at all. Maybe he hated her for her nerve in supposing that he would be willing to let Helen divorce him. She had had crust all right. Holy smokes, she had gone to him knowing he was married and then had whined and complained as though she had been tricked. God damn Louise anyhow.
Lillian went to bed, but she could not sleep. She tossed from one side of the bed to the other. God, what a sap she'd been to start this. She wished that there was some one to talk to so that the night would not seem so long. She thought of getting the Nash and taking a
