I have enough trouble without your turning on me." He was young and green, and too much confused by this time to feel sure that he had not been the aggressor.

But he did, on the whole, the wisest thing--folded his arms and sat silent, with his cheeks burning.
"Say something to me," she said, shaking his arm.

"I have nothing to say," he replied.

"I shall leave town for home to-night.

I cant shew my face again after this." "Home," she said, in her former contemptuous tone, flinging his arm away.