Attheendoftwo，hewasdrinkingandinopenrebellion。
　　Hehadlearnedtodetesthiswife。Herwastefulnessandcrueltyrevoltedhim。Theignoranceandthefatuouscon—
　　ceitwhichlaybehindhergrimacingmaskofslangandridiculehumiliatedhimsodeeplythathebecameabsolutelyreckless。Hergracewasonlyanuneasywriggle，herauda—
　　citywastheresultofinsolenceandenvy，andherwitwasrestlessspite。Asherpersonalmannerismsgrewmoreandmoreodioustohim，hebegantodullhisperceptionswithchampagne。Hehaditfortea，hedrankitwithdinner，andduringtheeveninghetookenoughtoinsurethathewouldbewellinsulatedwhenhegothome。Thisbehaviorspreadalarmamonghisfriends。Itwasscandalous，anditdidnotoccuramongbrewers。HewasviolatingtheNOBLESSEOBLIGE
　　ofhisguild。Hisfatherandhisfather’spartnerslookedalarmed。
　　WhenFred’smotherwenttohimandwithclaspedhandsentreatedanexplanation，hetoldherthattheonlytroublewasthathecouldn’tholdenoughwinetomakelifeendur—
　　able，sohewasgoingtogetoutfromunderandenlistinthenavy。Hedidn’twantanythingbuttheshirtonhisbackandcleansaltair。Hismothercouldlookout；hewasgoingtomakeascandal。
　　Mrs。OttoOttenburgwenttoKansasCitytoseeMr。
　　Beers，andhadthesatisfactionoftellinghimthathehadbroughtuphisdaughterlikeasavage，EINEUNGEBILDETE。AlltheOttenburgsandalltheBeers，andmanyoftheirfriends，weredrawnintothequarrel。Itwastopublicopinion，how—
　　everandnottohismother’sactivities，thatFredowedhispartialescapefrombondage。ThecosmopolitanbrewingworldofSt。Louishadconservativestandards。TheOtten—
　　burgs’friendswerenotpredisposedinfavoroftheplungingKansasCityset，andtheydislikedyoungFred’swifefrom
　　thedaythatshewasbroughtamongthem。Theyfoundherignorantandill—bredandinsufferablyimpertinent。WhentheybecameawareofhowmattersweregoingbetweenherandFred，theyomittednoopportunitytosnubher。YoungFredhadalwaysbeenpopular，andSt。Louispeopletookuphiscausewithwarmth。Eventheyoungermen，amongwhomMrs。Fredtriedtodraftafollowing，atfirstavoidedandthenignoredher。Herdefeatwassoconspicuous，herlifebecamesuchadesert，thatsheatlastconsentedtoacceptthehouseinSantaBarbarawhichMrs。OttoOtten—
　　burghadlongownedandcherished。Thisvilla，withitsluxuriantgardens，wasthepriceofFred’sfurlough。Hismotherwasonlytoogladtoofferitinhisbehalf。AssoonashiswifewasestablishedinCalifornia，Fredwastrans—
　　ferredfromSt。LouistoChicago。
　　AdivorcewastheonethingEdithwouldnever，never，givehim。Shetoldhimso，andshetoldhisfamilyso，andherfatherstoodbehindher。Shewouldenterintonoarrangementthatmighteventuallyleadtodivorce。Shehadinsultedherhusbandbeforeguestsandservants，hadscratchedhisface，thrownhand—mirrorsandhairbrushesandnail—scissorsathimoftenenough，butsheknewthatFredwashardlythefellowwhowouldgointocourtandofferthatsortofevidence。Inherbehaviorwithothermenshewasdiscreet。
　　AfterFredwenttoChicago，hismothervisitedhimoften，anddroppedawordtoheroldfriendsthere，whowerealreadykindlydisposedtowardtheyoungman。Theygossipedaslittleaswascompatiblewiththeinteresttheyfelt，undertooktomakelifeagreeableforFred，andtoldhisstoryonlywheretheyfeltitwoulddogood：togirlswhoseemedtofindtheyoungbrewerattractive。Sofar，hehadbehavedwell，andhadkeptoutofentanglements。
　　SincehewastransferredtoChicago，Fredhadbeenabroadseveraltimes，andhadfallenmoreandmoreintothewayofgoingaboutamongyoungartists，——peoplewith
　　whompersonalrelationswereincidental。Withwomen，andevengirls，whohadcareerstofollow，ayoungmanmighthavepleasantfriendshipswithoutbeingregardedasapro—
　　spectivesuitororlover。Amongartistshispositionwasnotirregular，becausewiththemhismarriageablenesswasnotanissue。Histastes，hisenthusiasm，andhisagreeablepersonalitymadehimwelcome。
　　WithTheaKronborghehadallowedhimselfmorelib—
　　ertythanheusuallydidinhisfriendshipsorgallantrieswithyoungartists，becausesheseemedtohimdistinctlynotthemarryingkind。Sheimpressedhimasequippedtobeanartist，andtobenothingelse；alreadydirected，con—
　　centrated，formedastomentalhabit。Hewasgenerousandsympathetic，andshewaslonelyandneededfriendship；
　　neededcheerfulness。Shehadnotmuchpowerofreachingouttowardusefulpeopleorusefulexperiences，didnotseeopportunities。Shehadnotactaboutgoingaftergoodpositionsorenlistingtheinterestofinfluentialpersons。
　　Sheantagonizedpeopleratherthanconciliatedthem。Hediscoveredatoncethatshehadamerryside，arobusthumorthatwasdeepandhearty，likeherlaugh，butitsleptmostofthetimeunderherowndoubtsandthedull—
　　nessofherlife。Shehadnotwhatiscalleda"senseofhumor。"Thatis，shehadnointellectualhumor；nopowertoenjoytheabsurditiesofpeople，norelishoftheirpreten—
　　tiousnessandinconsistencies——whichonlydepressedher。
　　Butherjoviality，Fredfelt，wasanasset，andoughttobedeveloped。Hediscoveredthatshewasmorereceptiveandmoreeffectiveunderapleasantstimulusthanshewasunderthegraygrindwhichsheconsideredhersalvation。
　　ShewasstillMethodistenoughtobelievethatifathingwerehardandirksome，itmustbegoodforher。Andyet，whatevershedidwellwasspontaneous。Undertheleastglowofexcitement，asatMrs。Nathanmeyer’s，hehadseentheapprehensive，frowningdrudgeofBowers’sstudioflashintoaresourcefulandconsciouslybeautifulwoman。
　　HisinterestinTheawasserious，almostfromthefirst，andsosincerethathefeltnodistrustofhimself。Hebe—
　　lievedthatheknewagreatdealmoreaboutherpossibili—
　　tiesthanBowersknew，andhelikedtothinkthathehadgivenherastrongerholdonlife。Shehadneverseenher—
　　selforknownherselfasshedidatMrs。Nathanmeyer’smusicalevenings。Shehadbeenadifferentgirleversince。
　　Hehadnotanticipatedthatshewouldgrowmorefondofhimthanhisimmediateusefulnesswarranted。Hethoughtheknewthewaysofartists，and，ashesaid，shemusthavebeen"atitfromhercradle。"Hehadimagined，perhaps，butneverreallybelieved，thathewouldfindherwaitingforhimsometimeashefoundherwaitingonthedayhereachedtheBiltmerranch。Oncehefoundherso——
　　well，hedidnotpretendtobeanythingmoreorlessthanareasonablywell—intentionedyoungman。Alovesickgirloraflirtatiouswomanhecouldhavehandledeasilyenough。Butapersonalitylikethat，unconsciouslyreveal—
　　ingitselfforthefirsttimeundertheexaltationofaper—
　　sonalfeeling，——whatcouldonedobutwatchit？Asheusedtosaytohimself，inrecklessmomentsbackthereinthecanyon，"Youcan’tputoutasunrise。"Hehadtowatchit，andthenhehadtoshareit。
　　Besides，washereallygoingtodoheranyharm？TheLordknewhewouldmarryherifhecould！Marriagewouldbeanincident，notanendwithher；hewassureofthat。
　　Ifitwerenothe，itwouldbesomeoneelse；someonewhowouldbeaweightaboutherneck，probably；whowouldholdherbackandbeatherdownanddivertherfromthefirstplungeforwhichhefeltshewasgatheringallherener—
　　gies。Hemeanttohelpher，andhecouldnotthinkofanothermanwhowould。Hewentoverhisunmarriedfriends，EastandWest，andhecouldnotthinkofonewhowouldknowwhatshewasdrivingat——orcare。Thecleveroneswereselfish，thekindlyoneswerestupid。
　　"Damnit，ifshe’sgoingtofallinlovewithsomebody，it
　　hadbetterbemethananyoftheothers——ofthesortshe’dfind。Gethertiedupwithsomeconceitedasswho’dtrytomakeherover，trainherlikeapuppy！Giveoneof’emabignaturelikethat，andhe’dbehorrified。Hewouldn’tshowhisfaceintheclubsuntilhe’dgoneafterherandcombedherdowntoconformtosomefoolideainhisownhead——puttherebysomeotherwoman，too，hisfirstsweetheartorhisgrandmotheroramaidenaunt。Atleast，Iunderstandher。Iknowwhatsheneedsandwhereshe’sbound，andImeantoseethatshehasafightingchance。"
　　Hisownconductlookedcrooked，headmitted；butheaskedhimselfwhether，betweenmenandwomen，allwayswerenotmoreorlesscrooked。Hebelievedthosewhicharecalledstraightwerethemostdangerousofall。Theyseemedtohim，forthemostpart，toliebetweenwindowlessstonewalls，andtheirrectitudehadbeenachievedattheexpenseoflightandair。Intheirunquestionedregularitylurkedeverysortofhumancrueltyandmeanness，andeverykindofhumiliationandsuffering。Hewouldratherhaveanywomanhecaredforwoundedthancrushed。Hewoulddeceivehernotonce，hetoldhimselffiercely，butahundredtimes，tokeepherfree。
　　WhenFredwentbacktotheobservationcaratoneo’clock，aftertheluncheoncall，itwasempty，andhefoundTheaaloneontheplatform。Sheputoutherhand，andmethiseyes。
　　"It’sasIsaid。Thingshaveclosedbehindme。Ican’tgoback，soIamgoingon——toMexico？"Sheliftedherfacewithaneager，questioningsmile。
　　Fredmetitwithasinkingheart。Hadhereallyhopedshewouldgivehimanotheranswer？Hewouldhavegivenprettymuchanything——Butthere，thatdidnogood。Hecouldgiveonlywhathehad。Thingswerenevercompleteinthisworld；youhadtosnatchatthemastheycameorgo
　　without。Nobodycouldlookintoherfaceanddrawback，nobodywhohadanycourage。Shehadcourageenoughforanything——lookathermouthandchinandeyes！Wherediditcomefrom，thatlight？Howcouldaface，afamiliarface，becomesothepictureofhope，bepaintedwiththeverycolorsofyouth’sexaltation？Shewasright；shewasnotoneofthosewhodrawback。Somepeoplegetonbyavoidingdangers，othersbyridingthroughthem。
　　Theystoodbytherailinglookingbackatthesandlevels，bothfeelingthatthetrainwassteamingaheadveryfast。
　　Fred’smindwasaconfusionofimagesandideas。Onlytwothingswerecleartohim：theforceofherdetermination，andthebeliefthat，handicappedashewas，hecoulddobetterbyherthananothermanwoulddo。Heknewhewouldalwaysrememberher，standingtherewiththatex—
　　pectant，forward—lookingsmile，enoughtoturnthefutureintosummer。
　　EndofPartIV
　　PARTV
　　DR。ARCHIE’SVENTURE
　　I
　　DR。HOWARDARCHIEhadcomedowntoDenverforameetingofthestockholdersintheSanFelipesilvermine。Itwasnotabsolutelynecessaryforhimtocome，buthehadnoverypressingcasesathome。WinterwasclosingdowninMoonstone，andhedreadedthedull—
　　nessofit。Onthe10thdayofJanuary，therefore，hewasregisteredattheBrownPalaceHotel。Onthemorningofthe11thhecamedowntobreakfasttofindthestreetswhiteandtheairthickwithsnow。Awildnorthwesterwasblowingdownfromthemountains，oneofthosebeautifulstormsthatwrapDenverindry，furrysnow，andmakethecityaloadstonetothousandsofmeninthemountainsandontheplains。Thebrakemenoutontheirbox—cars，theminersupintheirdiggings，thelonelyhomesteadersinthesandhillsofYuccaandKitCarsonCounties，begintothinkofDenver，muffledinsnow，fulloffoodanddrinkandgoodcheer，andtoyearnforherwiththatadmirationwhichmakesher，morethanotherAmericancities，anobjectofsentiment。
　　HowardArchiewasgladhehadgotinbeforethestormcame。Hefeltascheerfulasifhehadreceivedalegacythatmorning，andhegreetedtheclerkwithevengreaterfriendlinessthanusualwhenhestoppedatthedeskforhismail。Inthedining—roomhefoundseveraloldfriendsseatedhereandtherebeforesubstantialbreakfasts：cattle—
　　menandminingengineersfromoddcornersoftheState，alllookingfreshandwellpleasedwiththemselves。Hehad
　　awordwithoneandanotherbeforehesatdownatthelittletablebyawindow，wheretheAustrianheadwaiterstoodattentivelybehindachair。Afterhisbreakfastwasputbeforehim，thedoctorbegantorunoverhisletters。TherewasonedirectedinTheaKronborg’shandwriting，for—
　　wardedfromMoonstone。Hesawwithastonishment，asheputanotherlumpofsugarintohiscup，thatthisletterboreaNewYorkpostmark。HehadknownthatTheawasinMexico，travelingwithsomeChicagopeople，butNewYork，toaDenverman，seemsmuchfartherawaythanMexicoCity。Heputtheletterbehindhisplate，uprightagainstthestemofhiswatergoblet，andlookedatitthoughtfullywhilehedrankhissecondcupofcoffee。HehadbeenalittleanxiousaboutThea；shehadnotwrittentohimforalongwhile。
　　Ashenevergotgoodcoffeeathome，thedoctoralwaysdrankthreecupsforbreakfastwhenhewasinDenver。
　　Oscarknewjustwhentobringhimasecondpot，freshandsmoking。"Andmorecream，Oscar，please。YouknowI
　　likelotsofcream，"thedoctormurmured，asheopenedthesquareenvelope，markedintheupperright—handcor—
　　ner，"EverettHouse，UnionSquare。"Thetextoftheletterwasasfollows：——
　　DEARDOCTORARCHIE：——
　　Ihavenotwrittentoyouforalongtime，butithasnotbeenunintentional。Icouldnotwriteyoufrankly，andsoIwouldnotwriteatall。Icanbefrankwithyounow，butnotbyletter。Itisagreatdealtoask，butIwonderifyoucouldcometoNewYorktohelpmeout？Ihavegotintodifficulties，andIneedyouradvice。Ineedyourfriendship。
　　IamafraidImustevenaskyoutolendmemoney，ifyoucanwithoutseriousinconvenience。IhavetogotoGer—
　　manytostudy，anditcan’tbeputoffanylonger。Myvoiceisready。Needlesstosay，Idon’twantanywordofthistoreachmyfamily。TheyarethelastpeopleIwouldturnto，
　　thoughIlovemymotherdearly。Ifyoucancome，pleasetelegraphmeatthishotel。Don’tdespairofme。I’llmakeituptoyouyet。
　　Youroldfriend，THEAKRONBORG。
　　Thisinabold，jaggedhandwritingwithaGothicturntotheletters，——somethingbetweenahighlysophisticatedhandandaveryunsophisticatedone，——notintheleastsmoothorflowing。
　　Thedoctorbitofftheendofacigarnervouslyandreadtheletterthroughagain，fumblingdistractedlyinhispock—
　　etsformatches，whilethewaiterkepttryingtocallhisattentiontotheboxhehadjustplacedbeforehim。AtlastOscarcameout，asiftheideahadjuststruckhim，"Matches，sir？"
　　"Yes，thankyou。"Thedoctorslippedacoinintohispalmandrose，crumplingThea’sletterinhishandandthrustingtheothersintohispocketunopened。Hewentbacktothedeskinthelobbyandbeckonedtotheclerk，uponwhosekindnesshethrewhimselfapologetically。
　　"Harry，I’vegottopulloutunexpectedly。CalluptheBurlington，willyou，andaskthemtoroutemetoNewYorkthequickestway，andtoletusknow。AskforthehourI’llgetin。Ihavetowire。"
　　"Certainly，Dr。Archie。Haveitforyouinaminute。"
　　Theyoungman’spallid，clean—scrapedfacewasallsympa—
　　theticinterestashereachedforthetelephone。Dr。Archieputouthishandandstoppedhim。
　　"Waitaminute。Tellme，first，isCaptainHarrisdownyet？"
　　"No，sir。TheCaptainhasn’tcomedownyetthismorning。"
　　"I’llwaithereforhim。IfIdon’thappentocatchhim，nailhimandgetme。Thankyou，Harry。"
　　Thedoctorspokegratefullyandturnedaway。Hebegan
　　topacethelobby，hishandsbehindhim，watchingthebronzeelevatordoorslikeahawk。AtlastCaptainHarrisissuedfromoneofthem，tallandimposing，wearingaStetsonandfiercemustaches，afurcoatonhisarm，asoli—
　　taireglitteringuponhislittlefingerandanotherinhisblacksatinascot。Hewasoneofthegrandoldbluffersofthosegoodolddays。Asgullibleasaschoolboy，hehadmanaged，withhissharpeyeandknowingairandtwistedblondmustaches，topasshimselfoffforanastutefinancier，andtheDenverpapersrespectfullyreferredtohimastheRothschildofCrippleCreek。
　　Dr。ArchiestoppedtheCaptainonhiswaytobreakfast。
　　"Mustseeyouaminute，Captain。Can’twait。WanttosellyousomesharesintheSanFelipe。Gottoraisemoney。"
　　TheCaptaingrandlybestowedhishatuponaneagerporterwhohadalreadyliftedhisfurcoattenderlyfromhisarmandstoodnursingit。Inremovinghishat，theCap—
　　tainexposedabald，flusheddome，thatchedabouttheearswithyellowishgrayhair。"Badtimetosell，doctor。YouwanttoholdontoSanFelipe，andbuymore。Whathaveyougottoraise？"
　　"Oh，notagreatsum。Fiveorsixthousand。I’vebeenbuyingupcloseandhaverunshort。"
　　"Isee，Isee。Well，doctor，you’llhavetoletmegetthroughthatdoor。Iwasoutlastnight，andI’mgoingtogetmybacon，ifyouloseyourmine。"HeclappedArchieontheshoulderandpushedhimalonginfrontofhim。
　　"Comeaheadwithme，andwe’lltalkbusiness。"
　　Dr。ArchieattendedtheCaptainandwaitedwhilehegavehisorder，takingtheseattheoldpromoterindi—
　　cated。
　　"Now，sir，"theCaptainturnedtohim，"youdon’twanttosellanything。YoumustbeundertheimpressionthatI’moneofthesedamnedNewEnglandsharksthatgettheirpoundoffleshoffthewidowandorphan。Ifyou’rea
　　littleshort，signanoteandI’llwriteacheck。That’sthewaygentlemendobusiness。IfyouwanttoputupsomeSanFelipeascollateral，lethergo，butIshan’ttouchashareofit。Pensandink，please，Oscar，"——heliftedalargeforefingertotheAustrian。
　　TheCaptaintookouthischeckbookandabookofblanknotes，andadjustedhisnose—nippers。HewroteafewwordsinonebookandArchiewroteafewintheother。Thentheyeachtoreacrossperforationsandexchangedslipsofpaper。
　　"That’stheway。Savesofficerent，"theCaptaincom—
　　mentedwithsatisfaction，returningthebookstohispocket。
　　"Andnow，Archie，whereareyouoffto？"
　　"GottogoEastto—night。AdealwaitingformeinNewYork。"Dr。Archierose。
　　TheCaptain’sfacebrightenedashesawOscarapproach—
　　ingwithatray，andhebegantuckingthecornerofhisnapkininsidehiscollar，overhisascot。"Don’tletthemunloadanythingonyoubackthere，doctor，"hesaidgen—
　　ially，"anddon’tletthemrelieveyouofanything，either。
　　Don’tletthemgetanyCripplestuffoffyou。Wecanman—
　　ageourownsilverouthere，andwe’regoingtotakeitoutbytheton，sir！"
　　Thedoctorleftthedining—room，andafteranothercon—
　　sultationwiththeclerk，hewrotehisfirsttelegramtoThea：——
　　MissTheaKronborg，EverettHouse，NewYork。
　　Willcallatyourhoteleleveno’clockFridaymorning。
　　Gladtocome。Thankyou。
　　ARCHIE
　　Hestoodandheardthemessageactuallyclickedoffonthewire，withthefeelingthatshewashearingtheclickattheotherend。Thenhesatdowninthelobbyandwrotea
　　notetohiswifeandonetotheotherdoctorinMoonstone。
　　Whenheatlastissuedoutintothestorm，itwaswithafeelingofelationratherthanofanxiety。Whateverwaswrong，hecouldmakeitright。Herletterhadpracticallysaidso。
　　Hetrampedaboutthesnowystreets，fromthebanktotheUnionStation，whereheshovedhismoneyunderthegratingoftheticketwindowasifhecouldnotgetridofitfastenough。HehadneverbeeninNewYork，neverbeenfarthereastthanBuffalo。"That’sratherashame，"hereflectedboyishlyasheputthelongticketsinhispocket，"foramannearlyfortyyearsold。"However，hethoughtashewalkeduptowardtheclub，hewasonthewholegladthathisfirsttriphadahumaninterest，thathewasgoingforsomething，andbecausehewaswanted。Helovedholi—
　　days。HefeltasifheweregoingtoGermanyhimself。
　　"Queer，"——hewentoveritwiththesnowblowinginhisface，——"butthatsortofthingismoreinterestingthanminesandmakingyourdailybread。It’sworthpayingouttobeinonit，——forafellowlikeme。Andwhenit’sThea——Oh，Ibackher！"helaughedaloudasheburstinatthedooroftheAthleticClub，powderedwithsnow。
　　ArchiesatdownbeforetheNewYorkpapersandranovertheadvertisementsofhotels，buthewastoorestlesstoread。Probablyhehadbettergetanewovercoat，andhewasnotsureabouttheshapeofhiscollars。"Idon’twanttolookdifferenttoherfromeverybodyelsethere，"
　　hemused。"IguessI’llgodownandhaveVanlookmeover。He’llputmeright。"
　　Soheplungedoutintothesnowagainandstartedforhistailor’s。Whenhepassedaflorist’sshophestoppedandlookedinatthewindow，smiling；hownaturallypleasantthingsrecalledoneanother。Atthetailor’shekeptwhis—
　　tling，"Flowgently，SweetAfton，"whileVanDusenad—
　　visedhim，untilthatresourcefultailorandhaberdasherexclaimed，"Youmusthaveadatebackthere，doctor；you
　　behavelikeabridegroom，"andmadehimrememberthathewasn’tone。
　　Beforehelethimgo，VanputhisfingerontheMasonicpininhisclient’slapel。"Mustn’twearthat，doctor。Verybadformbackthere。"
　　II
　　FREDOTTENBURG，smartlydressedfortheafter—
　　noon，withalongblackcoatandgaiterswassittinginthedustyparloroftheEverettHouse。Hismannerwasnotinaccordwithhispersonalfreshness，thegoodlinesofhisclothes，andtheshiningsmoothnessofhishair。Hisattitudewasoneofdeepdejection，andhisface，thoughithadthecool，unimpeachablefairnesspossibleonlytoaveryblondyoungman，wasbynomeanshappy。Apageshuffledintotheroomandlookedabout。Whenhemadeoutthedarkfigureinashadowycorner，tracingoverthecarpetpatternwithacane，hedroned，"Theladysaysyoucancomeup，sir。"
　　Fredpickeduphishatandglovesandfollowedthecrea—
　　ture，whoseemedanagedboyinuniform，throughdarkcorridorsthatsmelledofoldcarpets。ThepageknockedatthedoorofThea’ssitting—room，andthenwanderedaway。Theacametothedoorwithatelegraminherhand。
　　SheaskedOttenburgtocomeinandpointedtooneoftheclumsy，sullen—lookingchairsthatwereasthickastheywerehigh。Theroomwasbrownwithtime，darkinspiteoftwowindowsthatopenedonUnionSquare，withdullcurtainsandcarpet，andheavy，respectable—lookingfurni—
　　tureinsombercolors。Theplacewassavedfromutterdis—
　　malnessbyacoalfireundertheblackmarblemantelpiece，——brilliantlyreflectedinalongmirrorthathungbetweenthetwowindows。ThiswasthefirsttimeFredhadseentheroom，andhetookitinquickly，asheputdownhishatandgloves。
　　Theaseatedherselfatthewalnutwriting—desk，stillholdingtheslipofyellowpaper。"Dr。Archieiscoming，"
　　shesaid。"HewillbehereFridaymorning。"