Wears diamonds in the middle of the day, I suppose, and cold-blooded as--as a fish." "She ought to have married me, according to your opinion of me.

You said I was a fish," remarked the Young Doctor, with a laugh.
"The whale and the catfish!" "Heavens, what spite!" he rejoined.

"Catfish--what do you know about Mrs.Crozier?
You may be brutally unjust--waspishly unjust, I should say." "Do I look like a wasp ?" she asked half tearfully.

She was in a strange mood.
"You look like a golden busy bee," he answered.

"But tell me, how did you come to know enough about her to call her a cat ?" "Because, as you say, I was a busy golden bee," she retorted.
"That information doesn't get me much further," he answered.
"I opened that letter," she replied.
"'That letter'-- you mean you opened the letter he showed us which he had left sealed as it came to him five years ago ?" The Young Doctor's face wore a look of dismay.
"I steamed the envelope open--how else could I have done it! I steamed it open, saw what I wanted, and closed it up again." The Young Doctor's face was pale now.