he had satisfied himself he laid the paper down and looked up.
"Well, it's true," he said, and six pairs of eyes glowered upon him.
"What explanation have you for this—step of yours?" asked Tom.
Oliver's confidence fell away a little. He picked off a bit of lint from the sleeve of his coat.
"Oh, why hash the whole thing over?" he said. "I'm married all right. What's the use—of course I'm sorry it is in the paper."
"Sorry!" sniffed Ruth.
"But I didn't let it out. Hang it all," he broke off, "you bury me in a hole like that—she was the only girl worth looking at. I didn't want to go to Glennings Falls. It was your plan."
"You had had six other positions before we resorted to Glennings Falls," fired Alec.
Oliver flushed.
"Oh, well—if you've all made up your minds to be disagreeable! I left Madge at the station to come up in a carriage," he explained. "She'll be here in five minutes. I hope at least you'll be decent to her."
"Decent to her, Oliver Vars!" Edith had found her voice, "I guess you better begin and think how you can be decent to us. Do you know what you've done? You've simply ruined our reputations and just when Breck Sewall—oh, you've disgraced us all! I shall never want to hold up my head again, and Ruth has invitations out for a big bridge. Madge Tompkins! Don't ask me to be decent to her. She'll never spend a night under this roof as long as I live. Oh, I've seen her—common little—"
