But how was I to guess ?" He pulled himself up on the edge of another guffaw.

"Look here, Dorothea, be sensible.

It's clear as daylight the fellow was after Polly, and made you his cats- paw.

Face it, my dear; face it, and conquer your illusions.

I understand it must cost you some suffering, but, after all, you must find some blame in yourself--in your heart, I mean, not in your conduct.