He knew it was deserved, and he had no idea of making any defence.

He had said all in that instant's cry, "Kathleen!"-- that one awakening feeling of his life so far.

She had congealed the word on his lips by her scorn, and now he was his old debonair, dissipated self, with the impertinent monocle in his eye and a jest upon his tongue.
"Do you want to know the worst they say ?" she asked, growing pale to the lips.

"Go and stand behind the door of Jolicoeur's saloon.

Go to any street corner, and listen.