"But don't you see," he added, "this business of your having money
changes everything. I must double my working hours, I suppose! I'm too
proud a man to be dependent on my wealthy wife for support."

"I'm glad to know you may be prosperous, too, some day, Hugo," said she;
and, after a little more frivolous talk: "Did I mention that I'm
soliciting subscriptions from visiting men for that Settlement I
spoke of?"

"Great heavens!" cried Canning, amused. "Why, don't you think a Hundred
Dollars is more than sufficient--for one little family?"

"They wouldn't say so," said Carlisle, laughing and coloring a little,
"for they're asking for twenty-five thousand dollars and have raised
about two so far. What could be more pitiful than that?"

Canning, who was driving his car to-day, as he occasionally liked to do,
then asked, why was a Settlement? And as well as she could Carlisle
retailed her rather sketchy information: how "they" planned to buy the
deserted Dabney House, make it the headquarters for all the organized
charities of the city, and use the rest of the great pile for
working-men's clubs, night classes, lodgings, gymnasiums and so forth.
Thanks to the influence of Rev. Mr. Dayne, Mrs. Heth had been induced to
lend her name as a member of the Settlement Association's organization
committee. But it was from her cousin Henrietta Cooney that Carlisle had
got most of her facts, at a recent coming-to-supper while Hugo was away.

Canning, listening, was glancing about him. Having made an adventurous
run to-day by way of the old Spring Tavern,--he had plotted it out