“Yes, but I look down upon him,” she went on.

“On poor Joe?” her father had asked innocently, and had then discovered that this was the wrong thing to say.  She had burst out, “Poor Joe! poor Joe!” That was the way every one considered him.  Was it her fault if he excited pity and contempt instead of love and respect?  Her love, she intimated, had been of a peculiarly eternal sort; Severance himself was to blame for its extinction.  Mr. Lanley discovered that in some way she considered the intemperance of Severance’s habits to be involved.  But this was absurd.  It was true that for a year or two Severance had taken to drinking rather more than was wise; but, Mr. Lanley had thought at the time, the poor young man had not needed any artificial stimulant in the days when Adelaide had fully and constantly admired him.  He had seen Severance come home several times not exactly drunk, but rather more boyishly boastful and hilarious than usual.  Even Mr. Lanley, a naturally temperate man, had not found Joe repellent in the circumstances.  Afterward he had been thankful for this weakness:  it gave him the only foundation on which he could build a case not for the courts, of course, but for the world.  Unfortunately, however, Severance had pulled up before there was any question of divorce.

That was another confusing fact.  Adelaide had managed him so beautifully.  Her father had not known her wonderful powers until he saw the skill and patience with which she had dealt with Joe Severance’s drinking.  Joe himself was eager to own that he owed his cure entirely to her.  Mr. Lanley had been proud of her; she had turned out, he thought, just what a woman ought to be; and then, on top of it, she had come to him one day and announced that she would never live with Joe again.

“But why not?” he had asked.

“Because I don’t love him,” she had said.

Then Mr. Lanley knew how little his acceptance of the idea of divorce in general had reconciled him to the idea of the divorce of his own daughter—­a Lanley—­Mrs. Adelaide Lanley, Mrs. Adelaide Severance.  His sense of fitness was shocked, though he pleaded with her first on the ground of duty, and then under the threat of scandal.  With her beauty and Severance’s popularity, for from his college days he had been extremely popular with men, the divorce excited uncommon interest.  Severance’s unconcealed grief, a rather large circle of devoted friends in whom he confided, and the fact that Adelaide had to go to Nevada to get her divorce, led most people to believe that she had simply found some one she liked better.  Mr. Lanley would have believed it himself, but he couldn’t.  Farron had not appeared until she had been divorced for several years.

Lanley still cherished an affection for Severance, who had very soon married again, a local belle in the Massachusetts manufacturing town where he now lived.  She was said to resemble Adelaide.