“I reason as I have been taught,” she said defiantly. “Doubtless you are self-instructed.”

“No; men have taught me. You witnessed, I believe, one lesson. And your comrade gave me still another.”

“I care to witness nothing,” I said, furious; “far less desire to attempt your education. Is all plain now?”

“Your words are,” she said, with quiet contempt.

“My words are one with my intention,” said I, angrily; far in spite of my own indifference and contempt, hers was somehow arousing me with its separate sting hidden in every word she uttered. “And now,” I continued, “all being plain and open between us, let me acquaint you with the sole object of my visit here to you.”