"I know that.

I'm not her equal.

I should be a fool to dream of it.

But if she's going to throw herself away--to break her heart for that fellow--it's--it's devilish! Why aren't we in Paris--or Warsaw--where I could call him out ?" He tossed about in pain and fever, irritably deciding that his bandage hurt him, and he must recall the doctor, when he heard Sorell's voice at the door.

It quieted him at once.
"Come in!" Sorell came in with a scared face.
"My dear boy--what's the matter ?" "Oh, there was a bit of a row last night.