That evening Mr. Gooch went home with the Ivys whom, as he was now adrift, he purposed adopting. For a long time they sat over the fire discussing the exciting events of the day. “I could scarcely believe my eyes,” murmured Mrs. Ivy, “when at the verdict,' Not Guilty,' I saw her fling her arms about his neck!” “Why surprised?” snapped the attorney. “Aren't women born fatuous?” “But the whole thing is so indelicate, so heartless! A young widow who ought to be mourning beside her husband's grave, and a wild young man who has just escaped the penitentiary. Hasn't suffering taught them anything?” Gerald, sitting on a hassock before the fire with hands clasped about his knees, looked up with shining eyes: “You don't understand, Mater! All this has been the price they've paid for each other. A great love like theirs comes high. One must pay for it with suffering. Jove, it was worth it! That one look they gave each other, there at the end--“, “But the dear, dear Doctor,” interrupted Mrs. Ivy, “laid away only seven months ago!” “Six months and three weeks,” corrected Mr. Gooch testily.