I came out with the worst of it, when you come right down to facts, and all the nagging-" Jean went toward him as if she would strike him with her uplifted hand.
"Don't dare say that! How can you say that,--and think of dad?
He got the worst of it.

He's the one that suffers most--and--he's as innocent as you or I.

You know it." Carl rose from the porch and faced her like an enemy.

"What do you mean by that?
I know it?
If I knew anything like that, do you think I'd leave a stone unturned to prove it?
Do you think--" "I think we both know dad.

And some things were not proved,--to my satisfaction, at least.