“Yes. I got on to that. And it’s because it’s up to me that I came out here to tell you something I want you to know before you go away. I’m going to confide in you.”
“Cannot even you see that I am not in the mood to accept confidences?” she exclaimed.
“Yes, I can. But you’re going to accept this one,” steadily. “No,” as she made a swift movement, “I’m not going to clear the way till I’ve done.”
“I insist!” she cried. “If you were—” He put out his hand, but not to touch her.
“I know what you’re going to say. If I were a gentleman—Well, I’m not laying any claims to anything—but I’m a sort of a man, anyhow, though you mayn’t think it. And you’re going to listen.”
(To be continued)
RITUAL
BY WILLIAM ROSE BENÉT
LORD GOD, what may we think of Thee,