Any man of good sense and common Christianity should take that view of it." "I do," cried Horace, hurriedly.

He looked longingly at the door.

He had never felt so shamed in his life, and never so angrily sympathetic.
"I will go over to Mrs.Steele's and telephone immediately," said Mrs.Ayres, calmly.

"Good-morning, Mr.Allen." "Good-morning," said Horace.

There was something terrible about the face of patient defiance which the woman lifted to his.
"You will not--" she began.
Horace caught her thin hand and pressed it heartily.