conducting like a very boor. This was neither the time nor place to force a quarrel on any man� . And Lana was right. I had no earthly warrant to interfere if she gave me none; perhaps no spiritual warrant either.

Still shaken and confused by the sudden fury which had invaded me, and now sullenly mortified by my own violence and bad manners, I stood with one hand resting on the banisters, forcing myself to look at Lana and take the punishment that her scornful eyes were dealing me.

“Are you coming to your senses?”“ she asked coldly.

“Yes,” I said. “I ask your pardon.”

A moment more we gazed at each other, then suddenly her under lip trembled and her eyes filled.