But then a new burst of rage swept over him What did it matter Whether it was true or not—­whether anything was true or not?  What did it matter if anybody had done all the hideous and loathsome things that everybody else said they had done?  It was what everybody was saying!  It was what everybody believed—­what everybody was interested in!  It was the measure of a whole society—­their ideals and their standards!  It was the way they spent their time, repeating nasty scandals about each other; living in an atmosphere of suspicion and cynicism, with endless whispering and leering, and gossip of lew intrigue.

A flood of rage surged up within him, and swept him, away—­rage against the world into which he had come, and against himself for the part he had played in it.  Everything seemed to have come to a head at once; and he hated everything—­hated the people he had met, and the things they did, and the things they had tempted him to do.  He hated the way he had got his money, and the way he had spent it.  He hated the idleness and wastefulness, the drunkenness and debauchery, the meanness and the snobbishneps.

And suddenly he turned and flung open the door of the room where Oliver still sat.  And he stood in the doorway, exclaiming, “Oliver, I’m done with it!”

Oliver stared at him.  “What do you mean?” he asked.

“I mean,” cried his brother, “that I’ve had all I can stand of ‘Society!’ And I’m going to quit.  You can go on—­but I don’t intend to take another step with you!  I’ve had enough—­and I think Alice has had enough, also.  We’ll take ourselves off your hands—­we’ll get out!”

“What are you going to do?” gasped Oliver.

“I’m going to give up these expensive apartments—­give them up to-morrow, when our week is up.  And I’m going to stop squandering money for things I don’t want.  I’m going to stop accepting invitations, and meeting people I don’t like and don’t want to know.  I’ve tried your game—­I’ve tried it hard, and I don’t like it; and I’m going to get out before it’s too late.  I’m going to find some decent and simple place to live in; and I’m going down town to find out if there isn’t some way in New York for a man to earn an honest living!”

THE END