"Good Lord! then why did she throw that stuff on me? It was only fit for a criminal."
"Can you not grasp that she was irritated beyond endurance with the unwholesomeness of the whole system of life in relation to women, and that for the moment you appeared as one of the army of oppressors?"
"But that isn't fair! I know enough of women—some women—to make one shudder with repulsion; but there would be no sense or justice in venting my disgust on you or the other good ones," he contended.
"Quite so; but our moral laws are such that some issues are more repulsive to a woman than a man, and you must admit there are heavy arguments could be brought in extenuation of Dawn's attitude of mind when the water slipped out of her hand."
"There's no doubt women do have to swallow a lot," he said.
"You don't feel so angry on account of the impetuous Dawn's act now, do you?"
"It doesn't look so bad in the teeth of your argument, and if she would only say something to explain, I won't mind; but otherwise I'll have sense to make myself scarce in this neighbourhood."
"I'm afraid her vanity will be too wounded for her to give in."
"I'll make it as easy for her as I can; but, good Lord! I can't go to her and apologise because she threw dirty water on me."
"Well, I'll bid you good-night. I must run in to Dawn. I expect she is sobbing her heart out by this, and biting her pretty curled lips to relieve her feelings,—her lips that were meant for kisses, not cruel usage."