"Love!" cried the Major, racking his brains to think where the tinge of insanity came in the family. "You love Spooner!"
"Spooner!" replied Miss Maynard with contempt. "I love John Roland."
"John Roland!" yelled the Major, thinking that he must be going mad as well. "Who the deuce is he?"
"He asks me who he is, and he kicked him from his house this morning!"
"I kicked him!" cried the Major, indignant at the charge. "I kicked Spooner!"
"You did not!" persisted Miss Maynard between her tears. "You kicked Roland!"
"I kicked Spooner!" said the Major.
"Do you mean to say," enquired Miss Maynard, on whom a light was dimly breaking, "that you didn't know the gentleman you kicked was Mr. Roland?"
"Roland!" exclaimed the Major, staggered. "Roland! I swear I thought the man was Spooner."
"Oh!" gasped Miss Maynard, overwhelmed by the discovery, "Major Clifford, what have you done?"