— ”

“Guilty of what?”

“Of what? I don’t know what you may be guilty of. But you sat on the stairs with your simpering inamorata — and your courtship quarrels and your tender reconciliations were plain enough to — to sicken anybody — — ”

“Lois! That is no proper way to speak of — — ”

“It is your own affair — and hers! I ask your pardon — but she flaunted her intimacy with you so openly and indiscreetly — — ”

“There is no common sense in what you say!” I exclaimed angrily. “If I — — ”

“Was she not ever drowning her very soul in your sheep’s