Otherwise his voice and manners are scarcely pardonable--even by me." He stood regarding the flames with narrowing gaze for a few moments, then, hands in his pockets, walked over to his chair once more and dropped into it.
A slight flush stole into her cheeks; but it went as it came.

She rose, crossed to where he sat and stood looking down at him.
"What _is_ the matter ?" "With me ?" in crude pretence of surprise.
"Of course.

I am happy enough.

What troubles _you_ ?" "Absolutely nothing." "Then--what troubles _us_ ?" she persisted.

"What has gone wrong between us, Kelly, dear?
Because we mustn't let it, you know," she added, slowly, shaking her head.
"Has anything gone wrong with us ?" he asked, sullenly.
"Evidently.