“And I suppose, not finding me here, you determined to await my return,” said Ray, suppressing his feelings with difficulty.
Howard remained silent.
“And in the interval you occupied yourself looking over my things,” continued Ray, pointing to his desk.
Still no answer.
“Howard,” said Ray contemptuously, “what are we to think of you?”
“Think what you choose,” answered Howard bitterly. “Think the worst of me. Every one will think the same in a few days.”
Ray did not seem to notice the significance of these words.
“Do you realize that you are committing a crime?” he said. “Don’t you know that I could have you arrested for this?”
“I know it,” answered Howard; “but why should I care now?”
“Care!” exclaimed Ray, aghast at the other’s tone. “Have you no respect for your good name?”