"Just one."
"You had better go, then."
She turned her face to her pillow and wept in the dreary realization that she could touch him in no way. The next day she telephoned her mother to come to her, and when Mrs. Spellman arrived, she said quietly:—
"Mother, I am going to Vermont, to the farm. It may be for a long time. Will you come with me and the boys?"
Mrs. Spellman, who was a wise woman, took her daughter's face between her hands and kissed her.
"Of course," she answered simply.
That day they made the necessary preparations for themselves and the children. When the architect returned from his office and saw what was going forward, he said to his wife:—
"So you are determined to leave me?"
"Yes, I must go unless—"
"I have seen Everett. They aren't going to do anything. I told you it was all bluff on Pemberton's part."