A Fool There Was

by Porter Emerson Browne

Schuyler wheeled.

"You go too far," he said, threateningly.

"Too far?" repeated Blake. "Impossible…. I wish to see you alone—if you, and this woman—dare."

She, smiling, bowed, graciously.

"By all means," she agreed, easily.

"No!" cried Schuyler. "Stay where you are."

She shook her head.

"Pray pardon me. I'll wait in the morning room."

Alone, Blake turned and looked at Schuyler. Could it be that this was the man that had been his friend? … It must be; and yet how could it be? There was in his heart a great bitterness. He could not understand….

Schuyler had turned to him.