"Oh, yes; forgive me. Come home, will you not?"
"How dare you follow me here?"
"I was so lonely. I found a note from Markham appointing a meeting here, and I knew you had your salary with you. We have no food in the house, and——"
"Confound you!" he interrupted, almost fiercely. "Do you want every man here to know our private affairs?"
"What are these men to you, Clarence?"
"Go home. I will come when I am ready. You distract me. Go!" he exclaimed.
Sadly she turned away. Her tears flowed fast, and so broken-hearted was she that she did not bestow one glance at the feverish and excited face of her erring and misguided husband.
At the door she was confronted by Mr. Smith, who bowed politely.
"Madame," he exclaimed, "permit me to have the honor of escorting you to your carriage."
Elise Holt looked up in surprise.