I am not one to sit at the feet of a tarnished ideal.

There will be a gap--there is a gap--but I have done with HER for good and all.

I have--done--with--HER." He had drawn himself up to utter the last words with a splendid air; then he said sadly: "I think I should like my tea." "I'll get it at once," said Pollyooly cheerfully.
She was not long about it.

Hilary Vance took the Lump on his knee, gave him a lump of sugar, poured out the tea, and began to drink it with an air of gloomy resignation.
Presently he patted the Lump's bright red curls and said: "Let this be a warning to you, red cherub, never to trust a woman--never as long as you live." The Lump grunted peacefully.
"He's too young to understand, or it wouldn't be right to teach him such a thing as that," said Pollyooly in a tone of disapproval.
"Not right ?" cried Hilary Vance stormily.

"But you've seen for yourself! You've seen how that girl led me on to squander the treasure of a splendid passion on her unresponsive spirit while, all the time, she was abasing herself before a miserable, preposterous scoundrel like that ruffian Butterwick." "He was rather small," said Pollyooly thoughtfully.