Sitting down at the desk, she began to muse.  Keller had fallen ill soon after her wedding.  It was a painful illness, and as skilled help was scarce, she had nursed him until he died.  He was a plain storekeeper, but she knew he was, in many ways, a bigger and better man than Bob.  He demanded all that was his, but he kept his word, and when he undertook a thing put it over, which Bob seldom did.  Shortly before he died he gave Sadie good advice.

“You got the man you wanted, and now it’s your job to look after him. head him off the liquor, and keep your hands on the dollars.  I’ve fixed things so’s they belong to you.”

Another time he asked for certain accounts, and after studying them remarked:  “You want to watch the business and run it all it’s worth.  You have a husband to work for now, and I guess a man like Bob comes expensive.  Still, if you can guild him right, he’s not all a fool.”

Sadie had not resented this.  She knew it was true, and her father had not meant to sneer.  He was a blunt man and generally talked like that, and Sadie sometimes did so.  Well, she had not been cheated, because she knew what Bob was before they married; and although ambition had something to do with it, she loved him.  For all that, she had got some rude jars, and now passion was dying, her love was colored by a certain half-maternal protection.  Bob must be watched and guarded.

Her ambition, however, remained.  She had beauty and intelligence and wanted to win a place in cultured society.  Bob could help her, and she was tired of the dreary settlement.  But she was practical.  Money would be needed if they were to move to one of the cities, and although trade was good, gathering dollars was slow work when one had an extravagant husband.  While she had been ill Bob was left in charge of the business, and on recovering her first task had been to find out how he had managed.  Now she had found out and got something of a shock.

The room got colder, but Bob had made some entries in a cash-book she could not understand, and opening the book again, she spent some time in calculations that threw no fresh light on the matter.  Then she heard steps and turned as Charnock came in.

He took off his fur-coat and Sadie frowned as he dropped it into a dusty corner.  It was an expensive coat, but one could not teach Bob to take care of things.  Then he kissed her and sat down on the edge of the table.

“You’re getting prettier, Sadie; that thoughtful look of yours is particularly fetching.  But I can see you’re tired.  Put those books away and let’s get home.”

Sadie knew what his compliments were worth, although they had not lost their charm.  He wanted to put things off, but she must be firm.

“You make me tired, and I haven’t finished with the books.  We’ve got to have a talk.”

“I like you best when you don’t talk; you sometimes say too much,” Charnock replied.  “Besides a girl like you ought to be satisfied with being seen.  You’re worth looking at.”