“I imagine you know a good deal about the situation without my telling you,” began Helen, bravely; “but I want you to know the whole story. Otherwise you can’t help me, and without your aid I am absolutely alone.”
“You know well that you can depend upon that,” he interrupted.
Helen moved nearer and passed her hand through his arm. “We have made a horrible mistake, Jack and I,” she said. “We are not at all suited to each other, and never should have married.”
“That is a pretty serious statement,” replied Uncle Peabody.
“It is,” assented Helen; “but the fact itself is even more serious. Tell me, do you not see that Jack is a very different man from the one you first met here?”
“Yes,” he replied. “There can be no question about that.”
“If this change was but a passing mood it would not be so serious,” continued Helen, “but the Jack I know now is the real Jack, and as such our interests are entirely apart.”
“But all this may correct itself,” suggested Uncle Peabody. “Why not get him away from the influences which have produced this change and see if that will not straighten matters out?”
Helen was thoughtful for a moment. “That would never do,” she said, at length. “You see, there is another consideration which enters in. Inez and Jack are in love with each other.”
“Has Jack admitted this?” demanded Uncle Peabody.