"They would have done nothing of the sort. If they had—well, it would not have mattered."
"You have not driven the fellow out of your mind yet."
"No," replied Olive.
"Then my advice is, do so. Why, think of those Taviton papers? To be drunk on a public platform; to allow your picture to be thrown on a screen, while he stammered out his drunken drivel. No wonder the people hooted him out of the town."
Olive was silent, although her face twitched with pain.
"At any rate, I am glad he had the shame to go away into hiding. I saw by a paper yesterday that nothing is known of his whereabouts."
"Yes, I know."
"You saw it?"
Olive nodded.
"I hope we've seen the last of him."