dignified impression. He reared haughtily and looked about with
arrogant, disdainful eyes.

"Will you have tea?" said Miss Severence, as Arkwright moved away.

"No, thanks," replied Craig. "Tea's for the women and the
children."

Miss Severence's expression made him still more uncomfortable.
"Well," said she, "if you should feel dry as you tell me about
yourself, there's whiskey over on that other table. A cigarette?
No? I'm afraid I can't ask you to have a cigar--"

"And take off my coat, and put my feet up, and be at home!" said
Craig. "I see you think I'm a boor."

"Don't you want people to think you a boor?" inquired she with
ironic seriousness.

He looked at her sharply. "You're laughing at me," he said,
calmly. "Now, wouldn't it be more ladylike for you to try to put
me at my ease? I'm in your house, you know."

Miss Severence flushed. "I beg your pardon," she said. "I did not
mean to offend."

"No," replied Craig. "You simply meant to amuse yourself with me.
And because I don't know what to do with my hands and because my
coat fits badly, you thought I wouldn't realize what you were
doing. You are very narrow--you fashionable people. You don't even