There was a fairly long silence.
I was worried by the talk I had overheard through the open door.

"You have behaved worse to others.

I don't wonder at your shrinking from showing your face here." Betty had, weeks ago, called him a devil.

She had treated him to-night in a manner which, if not justified, was abominable.

I was forced to the conclusion that Betty was fully aware of some discreditable chapter in the man's life which had nothing to do with the affair at Vilboek's Farm, which, indeed, had to do with another woman and this humdrum little town of Wellingsford.