"I wonder how he could be such a brute ?" Margaret was silent.

She was astonished at the readiness with which her companion assented to her proposition.

He must have known it all along, she thought.
"What makes you think so ?" he asked presently.
"What are your reasons for believing it ?" she asked, with a smile.
"Really," he began; then shortly, "I believe I don't like his eyes." "Last night," said Margaret, "I was talking with him at a party.

I chanced to speak of the Doctor's coming back, and Mr.Barker laughed and sneered, and said it was ridiculous." The Duke moved angrily in his saddle, making the horse he rode shake his head and plunge a little.
"He is a brute," he said at last.
"Your horse ?" inquired Margaret sweetly.
"No--Barker.

And pray what did you answer him?
I hope you gave him a lesson for his impertinence." "I told him," said she, "that I had documents in my possession that would establish his right as well as any he could get in Germany." "Barker must have been rather taken aback," said the other in high glee.
"I am glad you said that." "So am I.I do not imagine I shall see much of Mr.Barker in future," she added demurely.
"Um! As bad as that ?" The Duke was beginning to catch the drift of what Margaret was saying.