There he was, our own quiet, domestic, gentle Dunn, raging through that howling mob of savages like a bloody Bengal tiger .-- Rather apt, that!--A truly awful and degrading exhibition!" "Ah, perfectly lovely!" murmured Miss Brodie ecstatically.

"I can see him yet." "Miss Brodie, how can you!" exclaimed "Lily," casting up his eyes in horror towards heaven.

"But it was ever thus! In ancient days upon the bloody sands of the arena, fair ladies were wont to gaze with unrelenting eyes and thumbs turned down--or up, was it-- ?" "Excellent! But how clever of them to gaze with their thumbs in that way!" "Please don't interrupt," said "Lily" severely; "I have just 'struck my gait,' as that barbaric young Colonial, Martin, another of your bloody, brawny band, would say.

And here you sit, unblushing, glorying in their disgusting deeds and making love open and unabashed to their captain!" "Go away, 'Lily' or I'll hurt you," cried Dunn, his face a brilliant crimson.

"Come, get out!" "But don't be uplifted," continued "Lily," ignoring him, "you are not the first.