didn't wish to talk about Victor Dorn, why did you bring the
subject up?''

``Oh--all right,'' cried Hull, restraining himself. ``Victor
isn't exactly rough. He can act like a gentleman-- when he
happens to want to. But you never can tell what he'll do next.''

``You MUST bring him to call!'' exclaimed Miss Hastings.

``Impossible,'' said Hull angrily.

``But he's the only man I've heard about since I've been home
that I've taken the least interest in.''

``If he did come, your father would have the servants throw him
off the place.''

``Oh, no,'' said Hiss Hastings haughtily. ``My father wouldn't
insult a guest of mine.''

``But you don't know, Jen,'' cried David. ``Why, Victor Dorn
attacks your father in the most outrageous way in his miserable
little anarchist paper--calls him a thief, a briber, a
blood-sucker--a--I'd not venture to repeat to you the things he
says.''

``No doubt he got a false impression of father because of that
damage suit,'' said Miss Hastings mildly. ``That was a frightful
thing. I can't be so unjust as to blame him, Davy--can you?''