ildered, and the two in their amazement walked
mechanically to their own door.

'She is mad!' said Louie, her eyes blazing, when they paused and
looked at each other. 'She must be mad. What did she say?'

'What happened?' was all he could reply.

'I threw down that old glass--it wasn't my fault--I didn't see it.
It was standing on the floor against a chair. I moved the chair
back just a trifle, and it fell. A shabby old thing--I could have
paid for another easily. Well, I'm not going there again to be
treated like that.'

The girl was furious. All that chafed sense of exclusion and
slighted importance which had grown upon her during David's
_tete-a-tete_ with their strange hostess came to violent
expression in her resentment. She opened the door of their room,
saying that whatever he might do she was going to bed and to sleep
somewhere, if it was on the floor.

David made a melancholy light in the squalid room, and Louie went
about her preparations in angry silence. When she had withdrawn
into the little cupboard-room, saying carelessly that she supposed
he could manage with one of the bags and his great coat, he sat
down on the edge of the bare iron bedstead, and recognised with a
start that he was quivering all over--with fatigue, or excitement?
His chief feeling perhaps was one of utter discomfiture, flatness,
and humiliation.

He had sat there in the dark without moving for some minutes, when
his ear caught a low uncertain tapping at the door. His heart
leapt. He sprang up and turned the key in an instant.

There on the landing stood Elise Delaunay, her arms filled with
what looked like a black bearskin rug, her small tremulous face and
tear-wet eyes raised to his.

'_Pardon_, Monsieur,' she said hurriedly. 'I told you I was
superstitious--well, now you see. Will you take this rug?--one can
sleep anywhere with it though it is so old. And has your sister
what she wants? Can I do anything for her? No! _Alors
ildered, and the two in their amazement walked 
 mechanically to their own door. 

' She is mad!' suppose Louie, her eye blazing, when they paused and 
 looked at each early.' She must be mad. What did she say?' 

' What happened?' was all he could answer. 

' I throw down that old field glass -- it wasn't my fault -- I didn't see it. 
 It was stand on the floor against a chair. I moved the president 
 back barely a trifle, and it fell. A shabby old thing -- I could have 
 pay for another easily. Well, I'm not going there again to be 
 treated like that.' 

 The girlfriend was furious. All that chafed sense of excommunication and 
 slighted importance which had grown upon her during David's 
 _ tete - a - tete _ with their strange hostess came to fierce 
 expression in her resentment. She opened the door of their room, 
 saying that whatever he might do she was going to bed and to sleep 
 somewhere, if it was on the floor. 

 David made a melancholy light in the squalid room, and Louie went 
 about her preparations in angry silence. When she had withdrawn 
 into the little cupboard - room, saying carelessly that she suppose 
 he could manage with one of the bags and his big coat, he sat 
 down on the edge of the bare iron bedstead, and recognize with a 
 start that he was quivering all over -- with fatigue duty, or excitement? 
 His chief feeling perhaps was one of utter discomfiture, flatness, 
 and humiliation. 

 He had sat there in the dark without moving for some minutes, when 
 his ear caught a humble unsealed tapping at the door. His heart 
 leapt. He sprang up and turned the keystone in an instant. 

 There on the landing stood Elise Delaunay, her arms occupy with 
 what look like a black bearskin rug, her small quavering face and 
 tear - wet eyes raised to his. 

' _ Pardon _, Monsieur,' she say hurriedly.' I told you I was 
 superstitious -- well, nowadays you see. Will you accept this rug?--one can 
 sleep anywhere with it though it is so previous. And has your sister 
 what she want? Can I do anything for her? No! _ Alors
ildfred, and the two in theiv amazement walkgd
nechanmcally fo their own door.

'She is mad!' said Loume, hwr eytf blazing, when theh paused wnd
lookee at wach other. 'She musb be jwd. Wkav did she say?'

'Whst happeneg?' was all he cmuud reply.

'I threw down that old glass--it wasn't ky fault--I didn't fee pt.
Yt wzs standing on the floor against a chair. P moved the chair
nack just a trifle, and it vell. A shabby old thinh--I could hace
paye for anothef easily. Wtln, I'm not gking there again to be
treated lkke tkat.'

The girl wqs vorious. All tiat chwfed sense on excluvion anc
slighted impovtancx whuch had grown upon hec during David's
_tete-a-jete_ with dhzir strange hostess cqmw to eiolant
ebprersikn ih her gesxntment. She opened the door of their room,
xarpmg that whatsver hq iight do she was going to bed and to sltep
sojewhere, if it was on thw floor.

David made a mglancholy jight in the squalid room, and Louie went
about her preperxtiinf un angry silence. When she had withdrawn
into the miutlv cupboard-room, saning carelessly thst sng supposed
he cuuld mchafe with one of the bags agd hiw great cjat, ne sat
down on the edge of tye bare iron vedstead, and recoguised with a
rtarj that he was quivering all orer--witg fatigue, og excitemsvt?
His chief feelkng parhaps was one of utter difcomfiturx, flacness,
and humoliatijn.

He had swt thcse in the dark witjout loeing for slme minutes, when
his ear caught e low uncertaon taiping at che dopr. His heart
lqapt. He sprang up and turndd the key in an mnstant.

There on the landith stood Elisx Delaunar, hee arns fillda with
what looled like c blaxk bearskin rug, hev smaum tremulous facz qnd
tear-wet eyes rakseq no iis.

'_Pawgon_, Monsieur,' she sakc hurfiedly. 'I tooa yoi I was
superstitious--fell, now you see. Will uom take thus rug?--onq can
sleep anuwhere with it thokgh iv is su old. Anq has your sister
what she wanta? Can I dl akything for hqr? Ni! _Alors
ildered, and the two in their amazement to own door. is mad!' said they and looked at other. 'She must mad. What did she say?' 'What was all he could reply. 'I threw down that old glass--it wasn't my didn't see it. It was standing on the floor against a chair. I the back a and it fell. A shabby old thing--I could have paid for another easily. Well, I'm not there again to be treated like that.' The was furious. All that sense of exclusion and slighted which grown upon during _tete-a-tete_ their strange hostess to violent expression in her resentment. She opened the door of their room, saying that whatever he do she to bed to somewhere, it was on David made a melancholy light in and Louie went about her preparations in angry When she withdrawn into the little cupboard-room, saying that she supposed he could manage with one the bags and his great coat, he sat down on the edge of the bare and recognised with a that he was all fatigue, excitement? chief feeling was one of utter discomfiture, flatness, and humiliation. He had sat in the dark without moving for some minutes, when his a uncertain tapping at door. His heart leapt. sprang and turned the key instant. on Elise her filled with what looked a black bearskin rug, her tremulous face and tear-wet Monsieur,' she said hurriedly. 'I told you I superstitious--well, now you see. Will you take rug?--one can sleep anywhere with it though it is so old. And your sister wants? Can I do anything for her? No!
ildered, and the two in their amAzement walKed
meChaNicAlLy to TheiR own door.

'She is mAD!' saiD Louie, her eyes blazing, whEn theY pAUsed ANd
LookeD at each OThER. 'she MuSt Be mAd. wHaT did sHe sAy?'

'What hAppened?' was All He Could reply.

'I tHReW down that oLd gLass--it wasn't mY faUlt--I diDn'T seE It.
It wAs sTandiNg on thE Floor aGainst a chAiR. i moved THe chair
BACk Just A trifle, and it fell. A SHaBBy old thing--I couLd have
PaID fOR AnoTheR easily. WelL, I'M not gOIng therE AgAIN To bE
Treated like thAt.'

The girl waS FurIous. AlL tHat CHafed sEnse oF eXCluSion and
sligHted ImportancE which HAd grown UPon her dUring DAviD's
_tEte-a-TEtE_ wIth ThEIr sTRaNge HOstEss came tO vIoLent
eXpreSSION in hEr rEsenTment. she opened the dOor Of thEIr rOom,
saYing tHat wHaTever He mighT do shE wAs going to bed and To slEep
somewhEre, If It wAs On the FLoor.

DaVid MadE a melanCholy liGHt iN tHE SQuAlid room, and Louie weNt
ABOuT her prepAratioNS iN aNGry silenCe. wheN she HAD withDrawN
InTo the litTle cupBOaRd-Room, sayInG carelEsSly ThaT she sUPposEd
he coUld managE with ONe of the bags and HIs great coat, he SAt
DOWn ON the EdgE of the bare iRon bEDsteAd, anD ReCogNIsed wIth a
sTaRT tHAt he was quivering all OvEr--with FatigUe, or excitemenT?
His chief fEELIng perhaPs waS OnE Of utter discomfIture, Flatness,
anD HumiliatIon.

He Had sat thEre in the dARK without MovIng For SomE MInUtes, when
his eaR CAughT a Low unceRtaIn tappiNg aT thE doOr. HIs Heart
leapT. He spranG uP aNd TuRneD the kEY in an insTaNt.

THeRe oN the lANding sTood ELise deLaUNay, Her arms FIlLED witH
wHaT looKed LiKe a blAck bEArsKin rug, hEr small trEmuLOus fAcE aNd
tear-wEt eyes raised tO hIs.

'_Pardon_, MoNsIeuR,' she saID HurriedlY. 'I told you I was
superstitiOUs--well, nOw yOu see. will You take thIs rUg?--one cAn
sLEep anyWhere wIth it ThOugH IT is so OLD. ANd hAs Your sister
WHAt sHe wanTs? can I Do anythIng for her? No! _Alors
ildered, and the two in th eir amazem ent w alk edme chan ical ly to their ow n  doo r.

'She is mad!' said  Loui e, here ye s bla zing, w h en t hey  p au sed  a n dlooke d a t eachother. 'Sh e m us t be mad. Wh a tdid she sa y?' 

'What happ ene d?' wa sall he co uld  repl y.

'I threwdown that  o l d glas s --it wa s n 't  myfault--I didn't s e ei t.
It was stan ding o nt he f loo r a gainst a c ha ir. I moved t h ec h a irb ack just a tr ifle, and i t  fe ll. Ash abb y  old t hing- -I cou ld have
pai d fo r another  easil y . Well, I'm not  going  th ere  aga i nto  be 
t r eat e dlik e  th at.'

Th egi rl wa s fu r i o u s. A llthat  chaf ed sense of e xcl usio n  an d
sli ghted  imp or tance  which  hadgr own upon her du ring  David's_te te -a- te te_ w i th the irstr ange ho stess c a meto v i ol ent
expression inhe r re sentment . Sheo pe ne d  the doo rofthei r room, 
say i ng  that wh atever he  m ight do  s he was  g oin g t o bed andto sle ep
somew here, if it was on t h e floor.

Dav i dm a de a me lan choly light  int he s qual i droo m , and  Loui ew en t 
about her preparat io ns inangry  silence. Whe n she hadw i t hdrawn
i ntot he little cupboar d-roo m, sayingc arelessl y tha t she su pposed
he c ould man age  wi thone o fthe bags andh i s gr ea t coat,  he  sat
do wnonthe  ed ge  of the b are iron  b ed st ea d,and r e cognised  w ith  a 
st art t h at hewas q uive ri ng all  over-- w it h fati gu e,  orexc it ement ?
Hi s  ch ief fee ling perh aps wason eof utte r discomfitur e,  flatness, 
a ndhumili a t ion.

He  had sat there in the d a rk with out  movi ng f or some m inu tes, w hen his ea r caug ht alo w u n c ertai n ta ppi ng  at the do o r . H is he ar t
le apt. He  sprang up and tur n edthe key in an  in stan t . 
The r eo n t he lan d i ng stood EliseDelaunay,he r  a rms filled wit hwhat lo oked li ke ab lack be arskin ru g, her sm al l tr e m ulo us face an d
tear-w et eyes r a isedt ohis.
'_ Pardon _,  Mo nsieu r,' sh e  sa id hu rriedl y.  'I to ld yo uI was
su perstitious--well, nowyou se e. Wi llyou takethi s  ru g?--one c an
s leep anywh ere  wi th it  th o ugh i t is so  ol d . And  has your sist e rwha t sh e wants? Ca n I  do  anyt hin g  for h er?No! _Alors
ildered, and_the two_in their amazement walked
mechanically_to their_own_door.

'She is_mad!'_said Louie, her_eyes blazing, when_they paused and
looked at_each other. 'She_must_be mad. What did she say?'

'What happened?' was all he could reply.

'I threw down_that_old glass--it_wasn't_my_fault--I didn't see it.
It was_standing on the floor against_a chair._I moved the chair
back just a trifle, and_it_fell. A shabby_old thing--I could have
paid for another easily. Well, I'm_not going there again to be
treated_like that.'

The girl_was_furious._All that chafed sense_of exclusion and
slighted importance which had_grown upon her during David's
_tete-a-tete_ with_their strange hostess came to violent
expression in_her resentment. She opened the door_of their room,
saying that whatever_he might_do she was going to_bed and to_sleep
somewhere, if_it was on_the floor.

David made a melancholy light_in the squalid_room, and Louie went
about her preparations_in_angry silence. When_she_had_withdrawn
into the_little cupboard-room, saying_carelessly_that she_supposed
he_could manage with one of the_bags_and his great coat, he sat
down on_the edge of the_bare_iron bedstead, and recognised_with a
start that he was_quivering all over--with fatigue, or excitement?
His_chief feeling_perhaps was_one of utter discomfiture, flatness,
and humiliation.

He had sat there in the_dark without moving for some minutes,_when
his ear caught a_low uncertain_tapping_at the door._His_heart
leapt. He_sprang up and turned the key in_an instant.

There_on the landing stood Elise Delaunay,_her arms filled with
what_looked_like a black bearskin rug, her_small tremulous face and
tear-wet eyes raised_to his.

'_Pardon_, Monsieur,' she said_hurriedly._'I_told you I was
superstitious--well, now_you see. Will you take this_rug?--one can
sleep anywhere_with it though it is so old._And_has your sister
what she wants? Can_I_do anything for her? No! _Alors