y tormented by a
feeling of inadequacy, could re-establish himself in his own esteem as a
man of prompt and righteous decisions.

He might not be able to run his campaign to suit himself, but, by Jove,
his office was his own!

He went into Betty's quarters and suggested to her that a due sense
of the eternal fitness of things would cause her to offer him her
resignation, which his own sense of the eternal fitness of things would
lead him at once to accept.

It seemed, he said, highly indecorous of her to remain in the employ of
Remington and Evans the while she was busily engaged in trying to thwart
the ambitions of the senior partner. He marveled that woman's boasted
sensitiveness had not already led her to perceive this for herself.

For a second, Betty seemed startled, even hurt. She colored deeply and
her eyes darkened. Then the flush of surprise and the wounded feeling
died. She looked at him blankly and asked how soon it would be possible
for him to replace her. She would leave as soon as he desired.

In her bearing, so much quieter than usual, in the look in her face,
George read a whole volume. He read that up to this time, Betty had
regarded her presence in the ranks of his political enemies as she would
have regarded being opposed to him in a tennis match. He read that he,
with that biting little speech which he already wished unspoken, had
given her a sudden, sinister illumination upon the relations of working
women to their employers.

He read the question in the back of her mind. Suppose (so it ran in his
constructive fancy) that instead of being a prosperous, protected young
woman playing the wage-earner more or less as Marie Antoinette had
played the milkmaid, she had been Mamie Riley across the hall, whose
work was bitter earnest, whose earnings were not pin-money, but bread
and meat and brother's schooling and mother's health--would George still
have made the stifling of her views the price of her position?

And if George--George, the kind, friendly, clean-minded man would drive
that bargain, what bargain might not other men, less gentle, less noble,
drive?

All this George's unhappily sensitized conscience read into Betty
Sheridan's look, even as the imp who urged him on bade him tell her that
she could leave at her own convenience; at once, if she pleased; the
supply of stenographers in Whitewater was adequately at demand.

He rather wished that Penny Evans would come in; Penny would doubtle