"

Sharply Jeff cut in. "That's enough. When you speak of her it won't be
in that tone of voice. You'll speak respectfully of her. She's the wife
of my friend; and before she met you was innocent as a child."

"What do you know of her? I tell you, Jeff, there's a type of woman
that's always smiling round the corner at you. I don't say I did right
to yield to her. Of course I didn't. But, hang it, I'm not a block of
wood. I've got red blood in my veins. The whip of youth drove me on.
You've probably never noticed it, but she was a devilish pretty girl."

He was swimming into his phrases so fluently that Jeff knew he would
soon persuade himself that he had been the victim of her wiles. So, no
doubt, in one sense, he had. She had laid her innocent bait to win his
friendship, with never a thought of what was to come of it.

"It happened of course while you were rooming there," the editor shot at
him.

James nodded sullenly.

His cousin knew now that more than once he had put away doubts of James.
When Sam Miller told him of her disappearance he had thought of the
lawyer and had dismissed his suspicions as unworthy. He had always
believed James to be a more moral man than himself, and he had turned
his own back on the temptation lest it might prove too great for him. It
would have been better for Nellie if he had stayed and fought it out to
a finish.

James began further explanations. "Look at it the way it is. She put
herself in my way."

Two steps carried Jeff to him. Without touching James he stood close to
him, arms rigid and eyes blazing. "Don't say that again, you liar. You
ruined her life. You let her suffer. She might have died for all of you.
She nursed your child and never whispered the name of its father. Sam
Miller is charging himself with the keep of your daughter. Do you think
she hasn't paid a hundred times for her mistake? Now, by God, keep your
mouth shut! Be decent enough not to fling mud at her, you of all men."

James shrugged his shoulders and turned away in petulant disgust. "I
see. You've heard her side of it and you've made up your mind. All
right. I've nothing more to say."

"I've never heard her side of it. Her own mother doesn't know the truth.
Sam didn't know not till to-day. But I know her--and now I know you."

"That's no way to talk, Jeff. I admit I did wrong. Can a man say more
than that? Do you want me to crawl on my hands and knees?"

"It's easy for you to forgive yourself."