emeanour and honeyed conversation,
abruptly launched into a piteous outbreak.

"I tell you, Alice, you've made a fine mistake with that swell of
yours," he exclaimed, his eyes flashing with resentment.

Alice stared at him in deep distress. Ever since the engagement Mr.
Shanner had been all decorousness and deference. As he broke now through
his ashen shell of propriety, his sedate person seemed to relapse, to
stand limp, a trifle greyer, a trifle less well trimmed.

"Oh," she gasped at last, "you are under some misapprehension."

"Come, come, Alice," he said; "don't you suppose I've two eyes--and
wide-open ones, too?"

"I don't really understand what you're alluding to, Mr. Shanner," she
returned as coldly as she could find it in her.

"I am alluding to your engagement, of course," he insisted. His tone
showed he was determined to force the subject on her. "What do you
suppose the fellow is going to marry you for? Men of his class do not
come out of their way to look for a wife amongst people of our class.
You mustn't mind my not mincing words, but it's clear to me he doesn't
care a fig about you, and that your money is the attraction. There,
that's plain!"

Alice felt herself turn scarlet. Mr. Shanner suddenly stood revealed to
her--of roughness and coarseness unendurable.

"I don't understand you," she exclaimed, feeling she was floundering,
and with an acute sense of her lack of social skill to meet the
contingency and cut short the interview.

"Oh, yes you do, Alice. Only you are too proud to say so."

"You are mistaken. My intended husband and I are on the best of terms. I
am very much surprised to hear this from you."

"You mean that for a snubbing, no doubt. Well, I suppose I brought it on
myself." He smiled uneasily and bit his lip. "Only I did think that,
being so old a friend of the family, I had the right to give you a word
of advice when the happiness of your life is at stake."

"Oh! please, Mr. Shanner--I'm very sorry," she breathed, all gasps and
palpitations. "But really, truly, you're mistaken."

"I have used my eyes and head. I am not mistaken. Everything's all
wrong, and you know it, Alice. I have been reading it in your face of
late--I tell you you show it. Give up the swell before things go to the
devil."

"I'm sorry, Mr. Shanner," she said, with all the kindness in her tone
that she could muster, "but if you will get these extraordinary ideas
into your head, I certainly am not goin