He wasn't a slam-bang live wire of a business man. How could she have been so dense? Why, God, if he had had the brains it takes to hold a decent position he wouldn't have acted as he had with all that money.
She sat for a time musing on her stupidity and on Hubert's inadequacy. A couple of dumbbells, her and Hubert. Well, God must love dumbbells, He makes so many of them. That had been in a book she had read. Funny how she had been so dumb all the time and just now had realized it.
Trucks were passing her door with scraping and rumbling noises. Passenger cars were honking horns. Children were shrieking. The usual sounds of the street had recommenced. The moment of silence that had been given her was past now, but she had used it well. She was even satisfied to accept the truth and not try to cast it out by kidding herself.
She reviewed all that had passed through her mind in the last ten minutes. She was giving herself one last chance to find it all empty foolishness brought on by low spirits and worry. No, it was true.
When she was thoroughly satisfied that the facts which had presented themselves were honest, well-meaning facts she went to her bedroom and dressed.
She dressed quickly but carefully. She stopped to press her blue georgette dress but did it without waste of time. She was out of the house in twenty minutes.
When she came back it was noon. She looked hot and tired, but there was a new aliveness about her. She did not throw herself on the couch but began at once to straighten the apartment. She made the bed and
