under the circumstances it seemed tome that Arthur might have said something. He stood with his eyes fixed upon the ground, making little circles in the smooth gravel with the point of his shoe.
"Arthur, dear," I continued, laying my hand with its conspicuous gold circletted finger on his arm, "I am so glad."
My husband did not look up. "What is your objection to Captain Dillington?" he asked. "I am sure he always treated you kindly—and no one could have been more polite."
"I am jealous of him, Arthur."
I got no further in my playful remark. "How dare you talk such nnonsense?" he asked, passionately, turning upon me furiously and positively glaring at me. "Women are all the same, inconsistent, foolish, unstable as water. They do not know their own minds from one moment to another. I was wrong to believe you when you declared that you would never discountenance our friendship—that you admired it—that—pshaw! what a fool I was! Great heavens! that I should have been so deceived."
