I knew that Mr.Kelly was to dine out and that I would be alone.

I had been working quietly for some time when I became aware of voices in the billiard-room.

I tried not to listen, but they seemed to be quarrelling, and I couldn't help hearing.

Oh, Mr.
Kent, was I wrong ?" "No," said Kent, taking her hand a moment, "you were not." "I heard one say, 'Get your foot off the table, you've no right to put your foot on the table.' Then the other said, 'Well, you keep your stomach off the cushion then.'" The girl shivered.

"Then presently one said, quite fiercely, 'Get back into balk there, get back fifteen inches,' and the other voice said, 'By God! I'll shoot from here.' Then there was a dead stillness, and then a voice almost screamed, 'You've potted me.