“Mr. Boyle is a gentleman in whom I have the fullest confidence. He would do what he thought right.”
“He will probably correct his judgments before he interferes with Dr. Bulling again.” The doctor's tone was insolently sarcastic.
“Dr. Bulling?”
“Yes. He was grossly insulting and Dr. Bulling was forced to chastise him.”
“Chastise! Mr. Boyle!” cried Iola, her anger throwing her off her guard. “That is quite impossible, Dr. Foxmore! That could not happen!”
“But I am telling you it did! I was present and saw it. It was this way—”
Iola put up her hand imperiously. “Dr. Foxmore,” she said, recovering her self-command, “there is no need of words. I tell you it is quite impossible! It is quite impossible!”
Dr. Foxmore's face flushed a deep red. He flung aside the remaining shreds of decency in speech.
“Do you mean to call me a liar?” he shouted.
“Ah, Dr. Foxmore, would you also chastise me as well?”