It is a case of the interposing angel; but you have placed me in a terrible fix.

I don't know what I am going to do." His hands fell to his side with a gesture of helplessness and despair, and he turned his head away from the searching gaze of the clear eyes regarding him so intently.
"Tell the truth," said Celia, in an urgent whisper.

"Why should you screen the guilty?
Why should you suffer in his place?
Oh, I don't want to hear the story, it does not concern me.

But if you told it to me, it would make no difference, it would not alter my opinion that you intend to do a very wicked things--and a very foolish one." "Foolish! That hits me rather hard," he commented, with a wry smile.
"Well, it _is_ foolish," said Celia, emphatically.

"Why, look how young you are!" "Why, how young do you think I am ?" he interrupted, looking down at her with a grave smile.