“Do you think we are to blame, Edward—MUCH to blame?” and her eyes wandered to the accusing triplet of big bank-notes lying on the table, where the congratulators had been gloating over them and reverently fingering them. Edward did not answer at once; then he brought out a sigh and said, hesitatingly:
“We—we couldn’t help it, Mary. It—well it was ordered. ALL things are.”
Mary glanced up and looked at him steadily, but he didn’t return the look. Presently she said:
“I thought congratulations and praises always tasted good. But—it seems to me, now—Edward?”
“Well?”
“Are you going to stay in the bank?”
“N—no.”
“Resign?”
“In the morning—by note.”
“It does seem best.”