g as you wear your husband's name you must
honor it, no matter how cruel and indifferent to you he has been."

"Yes," assented Mrs. Maynard ruefully, "of course."

"I mean that you must n't even have the appearance of liking admiration,
or what you call attentions. It's wicked."

"I suppose so," murmured the culprit.

"You have been brought up to have such different ideas of divorce from
what I have," continued Grace, "that I don't feel as if I had any right
to advise you about what you are to do after you gain your suit."

"I shall not want to get married again for one while; I know that much,"
Mrs. Maynard interpolated self-righteously.

"But till you do gain it, you ought not to regard it as emancipating you
in the slightest degree."

"No," came in sad assent from the victim of the law's delays.

"And I want you to promise me that you won't go walking with Mr. Libby
any more; and that you won't even see him alone, after this."

"Why, but Grace!" cried Mrs. Maynard, as much in amazement as in
annoyance. "You don't seem to understand! Have n't I told you he was a
friend of the family? He's quite as much Mr. Maynard's friend as he is
mine. I'm sure," she added, "if I asked Mr. Libby, I should never think
of getting divorced. He's all for George; and it's as much as I can do
to put up with him."

"No matter. That does n't alter the appearance to people here. I don't
wish you to go with him alone any more."

"Well, Grace, I won't," said Mrs. Maynard earnestly. "I won't, indeed.
And that makes me think: he wanted you to go along this morning."

"To go along? Wanted me--What are you talking about?"

"Why, I suppose that's his boat, out there, now." Mrs. Maynard pointed
to a little craft just coming to anchor inside the reef. "He said he
wanted me to take a sail with him, this morning; and he said he would
come up and ask you, too. I do hope you'll go, Grace. It's just as calm;
and he always has a man with him to help sail the boat, so there is
n't the least danger." Grace looked at her in silent sorrow, and Mrs.
Maynard went on with sympathetic seriousness: "Oh! there's one thing I
want to ask you about, Grace: I don't like to have any concealments from
you." Grace did not speak, but she permitted Mrs. Maynard to proceed:
"Barlow recommended it, and he's lived here a great while. His brother
took it, and he had the regular old New England consumption. I thought I
shouldn't like to try it without your knowing i