"And so that's what brought him here--and you were with him last night!" He sprang to his feet, his face livid.

"What do you take me for?
Do you expect me to forgive you for that--" "But Marsh, it was just a silly sentimental fancy! Oh, why did I tell you!" "Yes, why _did_ you tell me!" he stormed.
"Because I thought it would make it easier for you to confess to _me_--" "Confess to you?
I've nothing to confess--I've loved you honestly! Did you think I'd been carrying on some nasty sneaking intrigue with a friend's wife--did you think I was that sort of a fellow--the sort of a fellow North is?
Do you take me for a common blackguard ?" "Marsh, don't! Marshall, please--for my sake--" and she clung to him, but he cast her off roughly.
"Keep away from me!" he said with sullen repression, but there was a murderous light in his eyes.

"Don't touch me!" he warned.
"But say you forgive me!" "Forgive you--" He laughed.
"Yes, forgive me--Marsh!" "Forgive you--no, by God!" He reached for the bottle.
"Not that--not that, Marsh; your promise only a moment ago--your promise, Marsh!" But he poured himself half a tumbler of whisky and emptied it at a swallow.
"To hell with my promise!" he said, and strode from the room..