“I love you!” she said. “Don’t you see I——”
“Say, you’re bad!” he said. “Drink some more water——”
He strove to free himself, but finding he could only do so by hurting her, refrained, and tried to bring her to her senses. Undoubtedly she had suddenly gone mad! The ingenuous Jim could find no other solution. He was telling her to “be a good kid” and not “to get fresh,” when the door opened and slammed. He looked round to find a tall dark man, in evening dress, surveying him fiercely.
“Good-evening,” said the stranger cuttingly. Jim broke away and faced the latter.
“Who in hell are you?”
“Ask her.”
Jim turned to Edith. She seemed strangely perturbed.
“My—my husband!”
“Wal, I’m glad to meet you,” said Jim coolly. “Your wife had a fit or something, so I jest brought her along. I guess I’ll be mushing.”
To his amazement the man barred his path.