"Then why did you come spying on me?" and she turned her eyes suddenly upon him.
"No, not spying on you, Madeline," he said, humbly; "that is not the right word to use. But I knew that fellow might be loitering about. He is always hanging about somewhere."
"Everybody hangs about somewhere—to quote your elegant phrase," she said, sharply.
"Yes, yes. But anybody can see what that fellow is after. He did you a service, there is no denying it, and now he is presuming on your good nature."
"In which way?"
"Well, in getting you to notice him and speak to him."
"Surely I can speak to anyone I choose?"
"Of course you can. But he is not the kind of man you would choose to speak to, but for the unfortunate accident."
"Why not?"
"Well, Madeline, there should be some sense of fitness in everything. Here is a man without religion, who never goes to church or chapel, who has no sense of accountability or responsibility, who doesn't believe even in the Ten Commandments——"