Mrs. Chichester looked from daughter to son. "Well? What do you think?"
"Whatever you say, mater," from Alaric.
"You decide, mamma," from Ethel.
"We might try it for a while, at least," said Mrs. Chichester.
"Until we can look around," agreed Alaric.
"Something may be saved from the wreck," reasoned Mrs. Chichester more hopefully.
"Until I get really started," said Alaric with a sense of climax.
Mrs. Chichester turned to her daughter: "Ethel?"
"Whatever you decide, mamma."
Mrs. Chichester thought a moment—then decided "I'll do it," she said determinedly. "It will be hard, but I'll do it." She went slowly and deliberately to Mr. Hawkes, who by this time had disposed of all his documents and was preparing to go. A look in Mrs. Chichester's face stopped him. He smiled at her. "Well?" he asked.