ave heard me out,' he said between his
teeth. 'You have married a common impostor, an impudent swindler--do
you understand? I knew it long ago ... I could have exposed him fifty
times if I had chosen! A few lines from me to the proper quarter, and
the whole story would be public property to-morrow--as fine a scandal
as literary London has had for ages; and, by Heaven, Mabel, if you
don't treat me decently, I'll speak out! I see you can't take my word
for all this. Perhaps you will take your husband's? Ask him if his
past has no secrets (there should be none between you now, you know):
ask him----'

He would have said more, but she freed herself suddenly from his grasp
and turned on him from the window. 'You coward,' she cried scornfully,
'I am not Dolly--you cannot frighten me!'

He was not prepared for this, having counted upon an instant surrender
which would enable him to dictate his own terms. 'I don't want to
frighten you,' he said sulkily: 'I only want you to see that I don't
mean to be trifled with!' He had followed her to the window, meaning
to induce her to return, but all at once he stepped back hastily.
'There's some one coming,' he said in a rapid undertone: 'it's Mrs.
Featherstone. Mabel--you won't be mad enough to tell her!'

'You shall see,' said Mabel, and the next moment she had taken refuge
by the side of her hostess, her eyes bright and her cheeks flushed
with anger. 'Mrs. Featherstone,' she said, almost clinging to her in
her excitement, 'let me go back with you, anywhere where I shall be
safe from that man!'

Caffyn was no longer visible, having retired to the balcony, so that
the elder lady was somewhat bewildered by this appeal, especially as
she did not quite catch it. 'Of course you shall go back with me if
you want to,' she said; 'but are you all alone here? I thought I
should find Mr. Caffyn. Where is he?'

'There, on the balcony,' said Mabel. 'It is no wonder that he is
ashamed to show himself!'

At this Caffyn judged it advisable to appear.

'I don't exactly know _why_ I should be afraid,' he said, with a
rather awkward ease. 'Are you going to publish our little quarrel,
Mrs. Ashburn? Is it worth while, do you think?'

'It was no quarrel,' retorted Mabel. 'Will you tell Mrs. Featherstone
what you dared to say to me, or must I?'

Mrs. Featherstone looked from one to the other with growing
uneasiness. It would be very awkward to have any unpleasantness in her
little company when th