But I could n't insist upon this, for fear of sounding a wrong note and exciting afresh what I suppose he would be pleased to term his jealousy.

He asked me where you had gone, and when I told him--'Ah, how he must hate me!' he exclaimed.

'There you are quite wrong,' I answered.

'He feels as kindly to you as--as I do.' He looked as if he by no means believed this; but, indeed, he looks as if he believed nothing at all.

He is quite upset and demoralized.