He mechanically picked up the intaglio ring from the table while he stood there, and put it on his little finger; his hand was not much bigger than Christine's.

"How do you suppose she found it out ?" he asked, after a moment.
"She seems to have merely suspected it," said Mrs.Mandel, in a tremor, and with the fright in her eyes which Christine's violence had brought there.
"Well, it don't make any difference.

She had to know, somehow, and now she knows." He started toward the door of the library, as if to go into the hall, where his hat and coat hung.
"Mr.Dryfoos," palpitated Mrs.Mandel, "I can't remain here, after the language your daughter has used to me--I can't let you leave me--I--I'm afraid of her--" "Lock yourself up, then," said the old man, rudely.

He added, from the hall before he went out, "I reckon she'll quiet down now." He took the Elevated road.

The strike seemed a vary far-off thing, though the paper he bought to look up the stockmarket was full of noisy typography about yesterday's troubles on the surface lines.