"Guilty of what?"
"Of what? I don't know what you may be guilty of. But you sat on the stairs with your simpering inamorata—and your courtship quarrels and your tender reconciliations were plain enough to—to sicken anybody——"
"Lois! That is no proper way to speak of——"
"It is your own affair—and hers! I ask your pardon—but she flaunted her intimacy with you so openly and indiscreetly——"
"There is no common sense in what you say!" I exclaimed angrily. "If I——"
"Was she not ever drowning her very soul in your sheep's eyes? And even not scrupling to shamelessly caress you in the face of all——"
"Caress me!"
"Did she not stand for ten full minutes with her hand upon your shoulder, and a-sighing and simpering——"
"That was no caress! It was full innocent and——"
"Is she so innocent? Indeed! I had scarcely thought it of her," she said disdainfully.