“Very well,” said I, “continue to play with hell-fire if you like. I’m done with you and with him, too.”

“And I with you,” she said between her teeth. “And if you were not the honest-meaning marplot that you are, Mr. Boyd should teach you a lesson!”

“I’ll teach him one now,” said I, springing to my feet and gone quite blind with rage so that I was obliged to stand still a moment before I could discover Boyd where he stood by the open door, trying to converse with Mrs. Lansing, but watching us both with unfeigned amazement.

“Euan!”

Lana’s voice arrested me, and I halted and turned, striving to remember decency and that I was