I should be ashamed to cry--I should speak." That stung him.

He started up on his feet.
"Have _you_ been stared at by hundreds of cruel eyes ?" he burst out passionately.

"Have _you_ been pointed at, without mercy, wherever you go?
Have you been put in the pillory of the newspapers?
Has the photograph proclaimed _your_ infamous notoriety in all the shop-windows ?" He dropped back into his chair, and wrung his hands in a frenzy.

"Oh, the public!" he exclaimed; "the horrible public! I can't get away from them--I can't hide myself, even here.

You have had your stare at me, like the rest," he cried, turning on me fiercely.