She climbed the stingy, flapping stairs, and knocked at the first door

in the upper hall. It was opened by a large apron, to which a sleepy

woman was an unimportant attachment, and out of the mass of apron and

woman came a yawning, "Mr. Daggett's room is down the hall on the

right."

Claire knocked at a door which had at various epochs been blue, yellow,

and pink, and now was all three. No answer. She tried the knob, went in.

She could not tell whether it was the barrenness of the room, or Milt's

carefulness, that caught her. The uncarpeted boards of the floor were

well swept. He had only one plate, one spoon, but they were scoured, and

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put away on newspaper-covered shelves in a cupboard made of a soap-box.

Behind a calico curtain was his new suit, dismayingly neat on its

hanger. On the edge of the iron sink primly washed and spread out to

dry, was a tattered old rag. At the sight of it, at the thought of Milt

solemnly washing dishes, the tears began to creep to her eyes.

There was but one picture in the room--a half-tone of a girl, clipped

from a magazine devoted to actresses. The name was cut off. As she

wondered at it, Claire saw that the actress was very much like herself.

The only other ornament was a papier-mâché figure of a cat, a cat

reminiscent of the Lady Vere de Vere. Claire picked it up. On the

bottom was the price-mark--three cents.

It was the price-mark that pierced her. She flung across the room,

dropped on his creaky cot-bed, howled, "Oh, I've been a beast--a

beast--a beast! All the pretty things--limousines and marble

baths--thinking so much of them, and not wanting them for him! And he

with so little, with just nothing--he that would appreciate jolly things

so much--here in this den, and making it as tolerable as he can--and me

half ashamed of him instead of fighting for him---- I belong with Corey

and Betz. Oh, I'm so ashamed, so bitterly ashamed."

She patted his bed smooth with nervous eager fingers.

She scraped a pin-point of egg-yolk off a platter.

Before she had been home five minutes she had written a note asking him

to tea for next day.