“Certainly it’s so. But is there any harm in that?”
“There may not be any harm yet, but won’t there be?”
“This is ridiculous. Betty isn’t much more than a child—a very charming one, I admit.”
“Who?” demanded Cleborne, “Betty?”
“Betty Landis, man. Aren’t you talking about her?”
“Never heard of her,” returned the other shortly. “I’m talking about you know whom, Mr. Fessenden. I’m sorry I spoke. I wanted to give you a friendly hint that you should let another man look after his—his own himself. I don’t care to be laughed at in this way.”
“What the devil do you mean?”
Cleborne pushed back his chair savagely. “I’m through,” he snapped.
As good as his word, he stalked off to join May Belle.