the heat down below."

GRINNIDGE, smoking peacefully through the silence which his friend
has absent-mindedly let follow upon his last words: "Well, you seem
disposed to take your time about it."

RANSOM: "About what? Oh, yes! Well" -

MISS REED: "'Sh! Listen."

MISS SPAULDING: "I won't listen! It's shameful: it's wicked! I
don't see how you can do it, Ethel!" She remains, however, kneeling
near the register, and she involuntarily inclines a little more
toward it.

RANSOM: "--It isn't a thing that I care to shout from the house-
tops." He returns from the window to the chimney-piece. "I wrote
the rudest kind of note, and sent back her letter and her money in
it. She had said that she hoped our acquaintance was not to end with
the summer, but that we might sometimes meet in Boston; and I
answered that our acquaintance had ended already, and that I should
be sorry to meet her anywhere again."

GRINNIDGE: "Well, if you wanted to make an ass of yourself, you did
it pretty completely."

MISS REED, whispering: "How witty he is! Those men are always so
humorous with each other."

RANSOM: "Yes; I didn't do it by halves."