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“But it is evident that you have studied people—married people.”

Miss Whipple laughed shortly in a high key.

“Oh, of course, I’ve done that. Most old maids study married people. It’s their greatest joy in life. They like to convince themselves they’ve missed very little by staying single. But, as for advice———”

“Should I go back to him? I’ve had a miserable month. Sometimes I think I’ve been a fool—and a coward—to leave him alone to fight the other woman.”

Miss Whipple pursed her lips and considered the question gravely.

“No,” she answered slowly, “I wouldn’t do that, if I were you. No man cares to know that he is being hunted. He likes to believe that he is the hunter. That’s elementary. And you must remember that he doesn’t think he’s ‘fighting’ the other woman. He thinks he’s fighting himself; and when a man’s fighting himself it is as well to leave him a clear space in which to do it.”

“But she’s not leaving him a clear space,” said Grace bitterly. “She isn’t the type.”

“She’s a huntress, eh?”

“She cannot help herself.”

“Then she’s liable to come off second best, my dear,” decided Miss Whipple positively. “No. I wouldn’t go back, if I were you.”

“But I can’t stand it much longer,” cried Grace, wringing her hands. “I can’t! I can’t!”

“Now, now, my dear!” Miss Whipple hurried to comfort her. “Everything will happen for the best. I’m sure it will all come right. Go and do your shopping, my dear. You’ll feel much better. I think you’re very wise in telling me all about it. Two heads are better than one, even in these matters, and while you’re away I will think of a plan. I think old Catherine Whipple may be useful, despite her years and her rheumatism.”

Miss Whipple laughed complacently as she eyed