"You don't believe in what I saw or in my fears.

Perhaps you are right.

I am ready to acknowledge this; I will try to look upon it all as a freak of my imagination if you will promise to forget these dreadful days, and if people, other people, will leave me alone and not print such things about me." "I am ready to do my part," was his glad reply, "and as for the other people you mention, we shall soon bring them to book." Raising his voice, he called out his secretary's name.

As it rang loud and cheery down the hall, the joy and renewed life which had been visible in her manner lost some of their brightness.
"What are you going to do ?" she gasped, with the quickness of doubt and strong if reasonless apprehension.

"Give an order," he explained; then, as the secretary appeared at our end of the hall, he held out the journal which he had taken from his wife and indicating the offensive paragraph, said: "Find out who did that." Mr.Steele with a surprised look ran his eyes over the paragraph, knitting his brows as he did.
"It is calumny," fell from Mrs.Packard's lips as she watched him.
"Most certainly," he assented, with an energy which brought a flush of pleasure to the humiliated woman's cheek.