Yes, upon my soul and honour, Kathleen." As he spoke she turned quickly and stepped towards the window, an involuntary movement of agitation.

He had touched a chord.

But even as she reached the window and glanced down to the hot, dusty street, she heard a loud voice below, a reckless, ribald sort of voice, calling to some one to, "Come and have a drink." "Billy!" she said involuntarily, and looked down, then shrank back quickly.

She turned swiftly on her husband.

"Your soul and honour, Charley!" she said slowly.