you yourself told me it half an hour ago, and gave me the purse with your own hand."
"Rose—try to recollect yourself. This morning I saw you at mass, and we agreed to meet here to-night, but since that time I have not seen you for an instant."
"No, except half an hour ago, when I saw you at Steinman's door. But what is that bundle under your arm? why are you without a hat this cold night? Philip! Philip! be careful. All that gold may turn your brain. You've been in some tavern, Philip, and have drunk more than you should. But tell me, what is in the bundle? Why—here's a woman's silk gown.—Philip, Philip, where have you been?"
"Certainly not with you half an hour ago; you want to play tricks on me, I fancy; where have you got that money, I should like to know?"
"Answer me first, Philip, where you got that woman's gown. Where have you been, sir?"
They were both impatient for explanations, both a little jealous—and finally began to quarrel.
XII.
But as this was a lovers' quarrel, it ended as lovers' quarrels invariably do. When Rose took out her white pocket-handkerchief, put it to her beautiful eyes, and turned away her head as the
