"I don't! I wish I could!"
"It's about the last place in the world to attract him. Port Annandale is a quiet resort frequented by western people only. There's neither hunting nor fishing worth mentioning; and a man doesn't come from New York to Indiana to sail a boat on a thimbleful of water like this lake."
"You are quite right."
"If Helen Holbrook gave him warning that they were coming here—"
He wheeled on me fiercely, and laid his hand roughly on my shoulder.
"Don't you dare say it! She couldn't have done it! She wouldn't have done it! I tell you I know, independently of her, that he was here before Father Stoddard ever suggested this place to Miss Pat."
"Well, you needn't get so hot about it."
"And you needn't insinuate that she is not acting honorably in this affair! I should think that after making love to her, as you have been doing, and playing the role of comforter to Miss Pat, you would have the decency not to accuse her of connivance with Henry Holbrook."
"You let your jealousy get the better of your good sense. I have not been making love to Miss Holbrook!" I declared angrily and knew in my heart that I lied.
"Well, Irishman," he exclaimed with entire good humor; "let us not bring up mine host to find us locked in mortal combat."