A Poor Wise Man HTML version

"Hello, sweetie," he said. Then he turned. "You oughtn't to come here, Edith. I've
told you about that."
"I had to see you, Lou."
"Well, take a good look, then," he said. Her coming fitted in well with the
complacence of his mood. Yes, life was good, so long as it held power, and
drink, and women.
He stooped to kiss her, but although she accepted the caress, she did not return
"Not mad at me, Miss Boyd, are you?"
"No. Lou, I'm frightened!"