the　empty　office；　to　perceive　her　bag　lying　on　the　desk　where　she　had　left　it；
  and　sat　down　for　a　few　minutes　beside　the　window；　her　heart　pounding　in　her
  breast　as　though　she　had　barely　escaped　an　accident　threatening　her　with
  physical　annihilation。　　Something　had　happened　to　her　at　last！　　But　what　did　it
  mean？　　Where　would　it　lead？　　Her　fear；　her　antagonism；　of　which　she　was　still
  conscious；　her　resentment　that　Ditmar　had　thus　surreptitiously　chosen　to
  approach　her　in　a　moment　when　they　were　unobserved　were　mingled　with　a
  throbbing　exultation　in　that　he　had　noticed　her；　that　there　was　something　in
  her　to　attract　him　in　that　way；　to　make　his　voice　thicker　and　his　smile
  apologetic　when　he　spoke　to　her。　　Of　that　〃something…in…her〃　she　had　been　aware
  before；　but　never　had　it　been　so　unmistakably　recognized　and　beckoned　to　from
  without。　　She　was　at　once　terrified；　excitedand　flattered。
  At　length；　growing　calmer；　she　made　her　way　out　of　the　building。　　When　she
  reached　the　vestibule　she　had　a　moment　of　sharp　apprehension；　of　paradoxical
  hope；　that　Ditmar　might　still　be　there；　awaiting　her。　　But　he　had　gone。。。。
  In　spite　of　her　efforts　to　dismiss　the　matter　from　her　mind；　to　persuade
  herself　there　had　been　no　significance　in　the　encounter；　when　she　was　seated　at
  her　typewriter　the　next　morning　she　experienced　a　renewal　of　the　palpitation　of
  the　evening　before；　and　at　the　sound　of　every　step　in　the　corridor　she　started。
  Of　this　tendency　she　was　profoundly　ashamed。　　And　when　at　last　Ditmar　arrived；
  though　the　blood　rose　to　her　temples；　she　kept　her　eyes　fixed　on　the　keys。　　He
  went　quickly　into　his　room：　she　was　convinced　he　had　not　so　much　as　glanced　at
  her。。。。　　As　the　days　went　by；　however；　she　was　annoyed　by　the　discovery　that
  his　continued　ignoring　of　her　presence　brought　more　resentment　than　relief；　she
  detected　in　it　a　deliberation　implying　between　them　a　guilty　secret：　she　hated
  secrecy；　though　secrecy　contained　a　thrill。　　Then；　one　morning　when　she　was
  alone　in　the　office　with　young　Caldwell；　who　was　absorbed　in　some　reports；
  Ditmar　entered　unexpectedly　and　looked　her　full　in　the　eyes；　surprising　her
  into　answering　his　glance　before　she　could　turn　away；　hating　herself　and　hating
  him。　　Hate；　she　determined；　was　her　prevailing　sentiment　in　regard　to　Mr。
  Ditmar。
  The　following　Monday　Miss　Ottway　overtook　her；　at　noon；　on　the　stairs。
  〃Janet；　I　wanted　to　speak　to　you；　to　tell　you　I'm　leaving；〃　she　said。
  〃Leaving！〃　　repeated　Janet；　who　had　regarded　Miss　Ottway　as　a　fixture。
  〃I'm　going　to　Boston；〃　Miss　Ottway　explained；　in　her　deep；　musical　voice。
  〃I've　always　wanted　to　go；　I　have　an　unmarried　sister　there　of　whom　I'm　very
  fond；　and　Mr。　Ditmar　knows　that。　　He's　got　me　a　place　with　the　Treasurer；　Mr。
  Semple。〃
  〃Oh；　I'm　sorry　you're　going；　though　of　course　I'm　glad　for　you；〃　Janet　said
  sincerely；　for　she　liked　and　respected　Miss　Ottway；　and　was　conscious　in　the
  older　woman　of　a　certain　kindly　interest。
  〃Janet；　I've　recommended　you　to　Mr。　Ditmar　for　my　place。〃
  〃Oh！〃　cried　Janet；　faintly。
  〃It　was　he　who　asked　about　you；　he　thinks　you　are　reliable　and　quick　and
  clever；　and　I　was　very　glad　to　say　a　good　word　for　you；　my　dear；　since　I　could
  honestly　do　so。〃　　Miss　Ottway　drew　Janet's　arm　through　hers　and　patted　it
  affectionately。　　〃Of　course　you'll　have　to　expect　some　jealousy；　there　are
  older　women　in　the　other　offices　who　will　think　they　ought　to　have　the　place；
  but　if　you　attend　to　your　own　affairs；　as　you　always　have　done；　there　won't　be
  any　trouble。〃
  〃Oh；　I　won't　take　the　place；　I　can't！〃Janet　cried；　so　passionately　that　Miss
  Ottway　looked　at　her　in　surprise。　　〃I'm　awfully　grateful　to　you；〃　she　added；
  flushing　crimson；　〃II'm　afraid　I'm　not　equal　to　it。〃
  〃Nonsense；〃　said　the　other　with　decision。　　〃You'd　be　very　foolish　not　to　try
  it。　　You　won't　get　as　much　as　I　do；　at　first；　at　any　rate；　but　a　little　more
  money　won't　be　unwelcome；　I　guess。　　Mr。　Ditmar　will　speak　to　you　this
  afternoon。　　I　leave　on　Saturday。　　I'm　real　glad　to　do　you　a　good　turn；　Janet；
  and　I　know　you'll　get　along；〃　Miss　Ottway　added　impulsively　as　they　parted　at
  the　corner　of　Faber　Street。　　〃I've　always　thought　a　good　deal　of　you。〃
  For　awhile　Janet　stood　still；　staring　after　the　sturdy　figure　of　her　friend；
  heedless　of　the　noonday　crowd　that　bumped　her。　　Then　she　went　to　Grady's　Quick
  Lunch　Counter　and　ordered　a　sandwich　and　a　glass　of　milk；　which　she　consumed
  slowly；　profoundly　sunk　in　thought。　　Presently　Eda　Rawle　arrived；　and　noticing
  her　preoccupation；　inquired　what　was　the　matter。
  〃Nothing；〃　said　Janet。。。。
  At　two　o'clock；　when　Ditmar　returned　to　the　office；　he　called　Miss　Ottway；　who
  presently　came　out　to　summon　Janet　to　his　presence。　　Fresh；　immaculate；　yet
  virile　in　his　light　suit　and　silk　shirt　with　red　stripes；　he　was　seated　at　his
  desk　engaged　in　turning　over　some　papers　in　a　drawer。　　He　kept　her　waiting　a
  moment；　and　then　said；　with　apparent　casualness：
  〃Is　that　you；　Miss　Bumpus？　　Would　you　mind　closing　the　door？〃
  Janet　obeyed；　and　again　stood　before　him。　　He　looked　up。　　A　suggestion　of
  tenseness　in　her　pose　betraying　an　inner　attitude　of　alertness；　of　defiance；
  conveyed　to　him　sharply　and　deliciously　once　more　the　panther…like　impression
  he　had　received　when　first；　as　a　woman；　she　had　come　to　his　notice。　　The
  renewed　and　heightened　perception　of　this　feral　quality　in　her　aroused　a　sense
  of　danger　by　no　means　unpleasurable；　though　warning　him　that　he　was　about　to
  take　an　unprecedented　step；　being　drawn　beyond　the　limits　of　caution　he　had
  previously　set　for　himself　in　divorcing　business　and　sex。　　Though　he　was　by　no
  means　self…convinced　of　an　intention　to　push　the　adventure；　preferring　to　leave
  its　possibilities　open；　he　strove　in　voice　and　manner　to　be　business…like；　and
  instinct；　perhaps；　whispered　that　she　might　take　alarm。
  〃Sit　down；　Miss　Bumpus；〃　he　said　pleasantly；　as　he　closed　the　drawer。
  She　seated　herself　on　an　office　chair。
  〃Do　you　like　your　work　here？〃　　he　inquired。
  〃No；〃　said　Janet。
  〃Why　not？〃　　he　demanded；　staring　at　her。
  〃Why　should　I？〃　　she　retorted。
  〃Wellwhat's　the　trouble　with　it？　　It　isn't　as　hard　as　it　would　be　in　some
  other　places；　is　it？〃
  〃I'm　not　saying　anything　against　the　place。〃
  〃What；　then？〃
  〃You　asked　me　if　I　liked　my　work。　　I　don't。〃
  〃Then　why　do　you　do　it？〃　he　demanded。
  〃To　live；〃　she　replied。
  He　smiled；　but　his　gesture　as　he　stroked　his　moustache　implied　a　slight
  annoyance　at　her　composure。　　He　found　it　difficult　with　this　dark；　self…
  contained　young　woman　to　sustain　the　role　of　benefactor。
  〃What　kind　of　work　would　you　like　to　do？〃　he　demanded。
  〃I　don't　know。　　I　haven't　got　the　choice；　anyway；〃　she　said。
  He　observed　that　she　did　her　work　well；　to　which　she　made　no　answer。　　She
  refused　to　help　him；　although　Miss　Ottway　must　have　warned　her。　　She　acted　as
  though　she　were　conferring　the　favour。　　And　yet；　clearing　his　throat；　he　was
  impelled　to　say：
  〃Miss　Ottway's　leaving　me；　she's　going　into　the　Boston　office　with　Mr。　Semple；
  the　treasurer　of　the　corporation。　　I　shall　miss　her；　she's　an　able　and　reliable
  woman；　and　she　knows　my　ways。〃　　He　paused；　fingering　his　paper　knife。　　〃The
  fact　is；　Miss　Bumpus；　she's　spoken　highly　of　you；　she　tells　me　you're　quick　and
  accurate　and　painstakingI've　noticed　that　for　myself。　　She　seems　to　think　you
  could　do　her　work；　and　recommends　that　I　give　you　a　trial。　　You　understand；　of
  course；　that　the　position　is　in　a　way　confidential；　and　that　you　could　not
  expect　at　first；　at　any　rate；　the　salary　Miss　Ottway　has　had；　but　I'm　willing
  to　offer　you　fourteen　dollars　a　week　to　begin　with；　and　afterwards；　if　we　get
  along　together；　to　give　you　more。　　What　do　you　say？〃
  〃I'd　like　to　try　it；　Mr。　Ditmar；〃　Janet　said；　and　added　nothing；　no　word　of
  gratitude　or　of　appreciation　to　that　consent。
  〃Very　well　then；〃　he　replied；　〃that's　settled。　　Miss　Ottway　will　explain　things
  to　you；　and　tell　you　about　my　peculiarities。　　And　when　she　goes　you　can　take
  her　desk；　by　the　window　nearest　my　door。〃
  Ditmar　sat　idle　for　some　minutes　after　she　had　gone；　staring　through　the　open
  doorway　into　the　outer　office。。。。
  To　Ditmar　she　had　given　no　evidence　of　the　storm　his　offer　had　created　in　her
  breast；　and　it　was　characteristic　also　that　she　waited　until　supper　was　nearly
  over　to　inform　her　family；　making　the　announcement　in　a　matter…of…fact　tone；
  just　as　though　it　were　not　the　unique　piece　of　good　fortune　that　had　come　to
  the　Bumpuses　since　Edward　had　been　eliminated　from　the　mercantile　establishment
  at　Dolton。　　The　news　was　received　with　something　like　consternation。　　For　the
  moment　Hannah　was　incapable　of　speech；　and　her　hand　trembled　as　she　resumed　the
  cutting　of　the　pie：　but　hope　surged　within　her　despite　her　effort　to　keep　it
  down；　her　determination　to　remain　true　to　the　fatalism　from　which　she　had
  paradoxically　derived　so　much　comfort。　　The　effect　on　Edward；　while　somewhat
  less　violent；　was　temporarily　to　take　away　his　appetite。　　Hope；　to　flower　in
  him；　needed　but　little　watering。　　Great　was　his　faith　in　the　Bumpus　blood；　and
  secretly　he　had　always　regarded　his　eldest　daughter　as　the　chosen　vessel　for
  their　redemption。
  〃Well；　I　swan！〃　he　ex