"Why, after I sent him away. Didn't I tell you? Oh, we had the
most awful scene. He raved, Mr. Carter. He called me the most
horrid names, and--"

"Tore his hair?"

"It wasn't long enough to get hold of," she tittered. "But don't
laugh. It was really dreadful. And so unjust! And then, next
day, when I thought it was comfortably over, you know, he came
back, and--and apologized, and called himself the most awful
names, and--well, that was really worse."

"What did the fellow complain of?" I asked in wondering tones.

"Oh, he said I'd destroyed his faith in women, you know, and that
I'd led him on, and that I was--well, he was very rude indeed.
And he went on writing me letters like that for a whole year? It
made me quite uncomfortable."

"But he didn't go back to short trousers and a fiddle, did he?" I
asked anxiously.

"Oh, no. But he forgot all he owed me, and he told me that his
heart was dead, and that he should never love any one again."

"But he's going to marry that girl."

"Oh, he doesn't care about her,"said Miss Dolly reassuringly.
"It's the money, you know. He hadn't a farthing of his own.
Now he'll be set up for life."