You were such a fine, well-dressed, immaculate mound of conceit that I couldn't resist the temptation, and you hid your condescension so poorly that I thought you ought to be taken down a peg.

I knew I was a squaw, but I wanted to see if I were not like other women, after all, and if you were not like other men." She was talking rapidly now, almost shrilly, for she had never attempted to act before, while he stood dazed and speechless, fumbling at his throat while she railed at him.

"You needn't waste time debating whether I'm good enough for you, because I'm not--decidedly, I'm not your kind, and you are a joke to me." He uttered an inarticulate cry, but she ran on unheeding, her eyes wide and glowing like coals, her lips chalk-white.

"You see, it's time I stopped such foolishness, anyhow, for I'm to be married on Sunday." "You are going to be married ?" he muttered, laboriously.
"Yes, to Poleon.

Why, that's been understood for years." He whirled upon the Canadian in a fury, and his words came hot and tumbling.
"So you're in this, Doret.