"I won't stay here to be insulted," said the angry lady. "Dr. Crawford,
you might have spirit enough to defend your wife."

She flounced out of the room, not waiting for a reply, leaving the
doctor dazed and flurried.

"I hope, sir, you are convinced now that Carl did not take Mrs.
Crawford's money," said Gilbert. "I told you it was probably Peter."

"Are you sure of what you said, Jane?" asked the doctor.

"Yes, sir. I saw Peter take the wallet with my own eyes."

"It is his mother's money, and they must settle it between them I am
glad Carl did not take it. Really, this has been a very unpleasant
scene."

"I am sorry for my part in it. Carl is my friend, and I feel that I
ought to stand up for his rights," remarked Gilbert.

"Certainly, certainly, that is right. But you see how I am placed."

"I see that this is no place for Carl. If you will allow me, I will send
an expressman for the trunk, and take it with me to the station."

"Yes, I see no objection. I--I would invite you to dinner, but Mrs.
Crawford seems to be suffering from a nervous attack, and it might not
be pleasant."

"I agree with you, sir."