"Possibly."
He plucked at his mustache and looked into vacancy. He was deeply angered, both with himself and with the woman before him. It was an unfortunate thing to have Rose Alstine come upon them as she did.
At that moment the schemer felt like strangling this woman, whose love for him, through good and evil report, passed understanding.
"You have not answered my question, Andrew," persisted the wife.
"The lady was Miss Alstine, I think."
"You think?"
"Well, I suppose I know that she is. A very eccentric girl, and somewhat flighty in the upper story."
"Crazed?"
"That's about it, Iris."
"And you have been the cause of it?"