KRONBORG
"Good God, Thea,"—He ran his handkerchief over his forehead. "What sort of people—" He stopped and shook his head.
Thea rose and stood beside him, her hand on his shoulder. "That 's exactly how it struck me," she said quietly. "Oh, we have things in common, things that go away back, under everything. You understand, of course. Nordquist did n't. He thought I was n't willing to part with the money. I could n't let myself buy him from Fru Nordquist, and he could n't see why. He had always thought I was close about money, so he attributed it to that. I am careful,"—she ran her arm through Archie's and when he rose began to walk about the room with him. "I can't be careless with money. I began the world on six hundred dollars, and it was the price of a man's life. Ray Kennedy had worked hard and been sober and denied himself, and when he died he had six hundred dollars to show for it. I always measure things by that six hundred dollars, just as I measure high buildings by the Moonstone standpipe. There are standards we can't get away from."
Dr. Archie took her hand. "I don't believe we should be any happier if we did get away from them. I think it gives you some of your poise, having that anchor. You look," glancing down at her head and shoulders, "sometimes so like your mother."
"Thank you. You could n't say anything nicer to me than that. On Friday afternoon, did n't you think?"
"Yes, but at other times, too. I love to see it. Do you know what I thought about that first night when I heard you sing? I kept remembering the night I took care of you when you had pneumonia, when you were ten years old. You were a terribly sick child, and I was a country doctor without much experience. There were no oxygen tanks about then. You pretty nearly slipped away from me. If you had—"
Thea dropped her head on his shoulder. "I 'd have
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