"Oh, come, Nellie! I'm not like that. Besides, it's not the people; it's what he's written."
"I've read what he's written. It's beautiful. No, I call the whole thing horrid, and just like Dr. Roberts."
"I suppose you think, just like me, too?"
"If you don't write and warn Dale, I shall."
"I say, you mustn't do that. I told you in confidence. Roberts will be furious."
"What do I care for Dr. Roberts' fury? I shall write at once;" and she sat down at the table.
Arthur glanced in despair at Mrs. Hodge, but that discreet lady was entirely hidden in the evening paper.
"Well, I'll never tell you anything again, Nellie," he said.
"You'll never have the chance, unless you behave something like a gentleman," retorted Nellie.
Arthur banged the door as he went out, exclaiming: