ll taking their own ill way about affairs.
Rose could think of nothing but an order to let the packing alone
until Mr. Van Hoosen returned; but there was a most unsettled feeling
through the house, and she was quite aware nothing was being done that
ought to be done.

She was greatly relieved to see Harry coming. Harry was the one member
of her family whom she regarded. He had not offended in the Duval
matter, and so it was generally through Harry she was influenced to do
what was required of her. But this morning Harry gave her back no
smile; he did not answer her greeting, and when she offered her hand,
he put it crossly away.

"Rose," he said, "you have managed to behave abominably for a long
time. But your conduct last night is unpardonable. If you were my wife
I would shut you up in a madhouse until you put your senses above your
temper."

"Thanks! I am not your wife, I am happy to say. No one but the divine
Adriana could----"

"Stop your foolish chatter! You have driven your husband from you, at
last. Now I hope you are satisfied."

"So he has gone, has he? And pray, where has my lord gone?"

"To Arizona."

"I am glad he has gone so far."

"Now, madam, you will have to fight the world without him. There is
not a decent woman who will notice you."

"What have I done wrong? And I do not believe Antony has gone. He will
come trailing home to-night."

"He will not. And as to what you have done wrong, if there were
nothing against you but that Duval affair it shuts you out of
society."

Then she rose in a passion, and snapped her fingers in his face.
"You!" she cried, "you dare to come here and reproach me with Duval!
Pray, what about Cora Mitchin? It is the devil correcting sin for you
to talk virtuously. And the divine Yanna is just as bad to live with
you. I would not. I would have respected Antony if he had turned on
his heel when he saw me with Duval on the steamer; if he had turned on
his heel and left me forever, I would have respected him! As it is, I
despise him. Arizona is the best place for him."

"There is no use, and no sense, in putting your fault and mine on the
same level, Rose. Society will teach you who is the worst next
winter."

"What do I care for society? Society is not Jehovah; and being a _man_
will not help you, sir, at the Day of Judgment. You are a great deal
worse than I am. You are not fit for any woman's company; and the
sooner you leave mine, the better I shall like it.