least. I was thinking of it on the way down. It'll be
work, but it'll be money, too, and if I have something coming in I
sha'n't feel as if I were ruined every time my play gets back from a
manager."

"Mr. Grayson will take it!"

"Now, Louise, if you say that, you will simply drive me to despair, for
I shall know how you will feel when he doesn't--"

"No, I shall not feel so; and you will see. But if you don't let me hope
for you--"

"You know I can't stand hoping. The only safe way is to look for the
worst, and if anything better happens it is so much pure gain. If we
hadn't been so eager to pin our faith to Godolphin--"

"How much better off should we have been? What have we lost by it?" she
challenged him.

He broke off with a laugh. "We have lost the pins. Well, hope away! But,
remember, you take the whole responsibility." Maxwell pulled out his
watch. "Isn't lunch nearly ready? This prosperity is making me hungry,
and it seems about a year since breakfast."

"I'll see what's keeping it," said Louise, and she ran out to the
kitchen with a sudden fear in her heart. She knew that she had meant to
countermand her order for the fillet and mushrooms, and she thought that
she had forgotten to order anything else for lunch. She found the cook
just serving it up, because such a dish as that took more time than an
ordinary lunch, and the things had come late. Louise said, Yes, she
understood that; and went back to Maxwell, whom she found walking up and
down the room in a famine very uncommon for him. She felt the motherly
joy a woman has in being able to appease the hunger of the man she
loves, and now she was glad that she had not postponed the fillet till
dinner as she had thought of doing. Everything was turning out so
entirely for the best that she was beginning to experience some revival
of an ancestral faith in Providence in a heart individually agnostic,
and she was piously happy when Maxwell said at sight of the lunch,
"Isn't this rather prophetic? If it isn't that, it's telepathic. I
sha'n't regret now that I didn't go with Grayson to lunch at the
Players' Club."

"Did he ask you to do that?"

Maxwell nodded with his mouth full.

A sudden misgiving smote her. "Oh, Brice, you ought to have gone! Why
didn't you go?"

"It must have been a deep subconsciousness of the fillet and mushrooms.
Or perhaps I didn't quite like to think of your lunching alone."

"Oh, you dear, faithful little soul!" she cried.