I'm sure, if you have a spark of fairness in you, you must hate him.

No, no! Don't say anything, Edith.

You _know_ I'm right." "I'm not going to say anything," declared Edith angrily.

"I'm going to bed." "Edith, if you don't mind, dear, I think I'll sleep with you." After a moment of deep reflection she added plaintively: "There is so much that I just have to tell you, deary.

It--it won't keep till daylight." Bright and early in the morning, the tired, harassed night-farers were routed from their rooms by a demand from the management of the hotel that they appear forthwith in the private office.