Captain Dillington in a mocking tone, his jeering exuberance once more asserting itself.
"I am going," I said.
Arthur seized his hat, and sprang towards the door. "I will go with you, Elsie," he said in a pleading tone.
"You will not," I exclaimed. "You shall not enter the house—with me, at any rate."
"He has a perfect right to do so," remarked Captain Dillington. "It is his home; you are his wife."
"And you—?" I asked pointedly. My jest about the co-respondent in the case had annoyed him so much before, that I thought I would administer another stab with the same weapon.
He turned away hastily for a moment. "I am his friend," he then said, "and"—boldly—"I am not ashamed of it. We were at college together, and our intimacy has been continued since those days. I will aid Arthur Ravener whenever I can; I will do anything for him. He is my bosom friend, and I am ready to say so before anybody. Now, are you satisfied?"
He snapped his fingers defiantly, but I was
