Here was the opportunity, Heaven sent, to rid my life of its disturbing influence.

Just what I had prayed for had come to pass.
And so, to prove the sincerity of my prayers and the worth of my high resolve, I--called her back.
"Miss Colton," I said.
She, apparently, did not hear me, so I called again.
"Miss Colton." "Yes ?" "I seem somehow or other to have offended you." And even as I said it I realized the completeness of the back-down, realized it and blushed.

I was ashamed of my weakness.

Yet when she asked me to repeat my words I did so.
"You spoke to me ?" she said, coldly.
"I--I said I had not meant to offend you." "Why should you imagine that I am offended, pray?
You seem to think other people must necessarily regard you as seriously as you do yourself.

I am not offended." "But you are." "Very well; then I am.