I shut the window, hastily.
"Nothing so bad as that," said I."He ought to be hung and his wild harp hung behind him." "You are developing nerves," said Judith.

"Is it a guilty conscience ?" She laughed.

"You are hiding something from me.

I've been aware of it all the time." "Indeed?
How ?" "By the sixth sense of woman!" Confound the sixth sense of woman! I suppose it has been developed like a cat's whiskers to supply the deficiency of a natural scent.

Also, like the whiskers, it is obtrusive, and a matter for much irritatingly complacent pride.