"I know nothing about you, certainly," said Edith. "I suppose you are
some mere adventurer."

Leon looked at her for a moment with a glance of intense rage; and as
she calmly returned his gaze, she noticed that peculiarity of his
frowning brow a red spot in the middle, with deep lines.

"You surely in your wildest dreams," said she, "never supposed that I
took you for a gentleman."

"Let me tell you," cried Leon, stammering in his passion "let me tell
you that I associate with the proudest in the land."

"I know that," replied Edith, quietly. "Am _I_ not here! But you
are only tolerated."

"Miss Dalton," cried Leon, "you shall suffer for this."

"Thank you," said Edith: "for once in your life you have spoken to me
without insulting me. You have called me by my right name. I could
smile at your threat under any circumstances, but now I can forgive it."

"It seems to me," growled Leon, "that you are riding the high horse
somewhat, and that this is a rather queer tone for you to assume toward
me."

"I always assume a high tone toward low people."

"Low people! What do you mean!" cried Leon, his face purple with rage.