My half-admissions to Archie when he had tried with such persistency to get out of me who it was I was in love with.
Her failure to return to the college, that alone had thrown me into Kitty's arms rather than into her own.
That something, God knows what, that I might have said to Mackie when, after having eaten nothing, I had drunk with him.
Kitty's own desperate possessiveness and jealousy.
All these things fell into place as the coloured granules fall when the kaleidoscope is given a turn. I had been accused of being Miss Causton's lover!
As I remain that divided Giant henceforward until the end of my tale, I will divide my name also, and tell you of a colloquy that began within me between these two men—the honest, human, enraged Jeffries, and that other, whom I will call James Herbert, at whose elbow stood the devil.
"Ah!" choked Jeffries, flaming red.
"Quietly, quietly!" whispered his interlocutor.
"That's Merridew again!" choked the other.
"Quietly—keep your face—there's a clerk in that window watching you!"