he Christmas dinner that evening Laura did not put in an appearance,
but Edith sat stiff and silent there; and despite the obvious efforts which
Deborah and Allan made to be genial with the children, the very air in the
room was charged with the feeling of trouble close ahead. Again Roger
retreated into his den, and presently Laura came to him.

"Good-night--I'm going out," she said, and she pressed her cheek lightly to
his own. "What a dear you've been to me, dad," she murmured. And then she
was gone.

A few minutes later Edith came in. She held a small note in her hand, which
Roger saw was addressed to himself.

"Well, father, I learned this afternoon what you've been keeping from me,"
she said. Roger gave her a steady look.

"You did, eh--Laura told you?"

"Yes, she did!" his daughter exclaimed. "And I can't help wondering,
father--"

"Why did she tell you? Have you been at her again to-day?"

"Again? Not at all," she answered. "I've done as you asked me to, let her
alone. But to-day--mother's day--I got thinking of _her_."

"Leave your mother out of it, please. What did you say to Laura?"

"I tried to make her go back, of course--"

"And she told you--"

"He wouldn't have her! And then in a perfect tantrum she went on to tell me
why!" Edith's eyes were cold with disgust. "And I'm wondering why you let
her stay here--in the same house with my children!"

Roger reached out his hand.

"Give me that note," he commanded. He read it quickly and handed it back.
The note was from Laura, a hasty good-bye.

"Edith will explain," she wrote, "and you will see I cannot stay any
longer. It is simply too impossible. I am going to the man I love--and in a
few days we shall sail for Naples. I know you will not interfere. It will
make the divorce even simpler and everything easier all round. Please don't
worry about me. We shall soon be married over there. You have been so dear
and sensible and I do so love you for it." Then came her name scrawled
hastily. And at the bottom of the page: "I have paid every bill I can think
of."

Edith read it in silence, her color slowly mounting.

"All right," said her father, "your children are safe." She gave him a
quick angry look, burst into tears and ran out of the room.

Roger sat without moving, his heavy face impassive. And so he remained for
a long time. Well, _Laura_ was gone--no mistake about that--and this time
she was gone for good. She was going to live in Rome. Try