"But now that she's away," he added in a tender tone, "and left just us two here, Matilda dear, we'll have a lot of nice little times together." And urged by his welling love he again embraced her and again pressed a loverly kiss upon Matilda's veil.
This was too much.

The crater could be choked no longer.

The eruption came.
"Let me go!" Mrs.De Peyster cried, struggling; and her right hand, striking wildly out, fell full upon William's sacred cheek.
He drew back amazed.
"What's the matter ?" he demanded.
Mrs.De Peyster searched frantically for the keyhole to the inner door.
"Matilda, I'm not the man to take that!" he declared irefully.

"What do you mean ?" "Go! Go!" she gasped.
He drew back wrathfully, but with an awful dignity.
"Very well, Miss Simpson.

But I'm not a man that forgives.