His first sensation was the very human one of pleasure--the feeling that he had companionship in humiliation.

He moved closer to her.

Then came an instinct, perhaps true, perhaps false, that she was suffering, that Ross had wounded her cruelly, that she was not so calm as her slim, erect figure seemed in the deep dusk.

He burst out in quiet, intense fury: "Del, I'll make those two wish to God they hadn't!" "You can't do it, Artie," she replied.

"The only power on earth that can do them up is themselves." She paused to vent the laugh that was as natural in the circumstances as it was unpleasant to hear.