No doubt he thought he was being quite wise, and was pleased over his tariff editorials--his funny, funny editorials--his best--to please you! Ha, ha, ha! How immensely funny!" "Do you know him ?" he asked abruptly.
"I have not the honor of the gentleman's acquaintance.

Ah," she rejoined bitterly, "I see what you mean; it is the old accusation, is it?
I am a woman, and I 'sound the personal note.' I could not resent a cruelty for the sake of a man I do not know.

But let it go.

My resentment is personal, after all, since it is against a man I do know--_you_!" He leaned toward her because he could not help it.

"I'd rather have resentment from you than nothing." "Then I will give you nothing," she answered quickly.
"You flout me!" he cried.