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A true emotion had unsealed his lips but the words that caht wind It died away

"That's just it," said Flora de Barral under her breath Without

re his eyes from her he took off his hat It was a tall hat The

hat of the trial The hat of the thumb-nail sketches in the illustrated

papers One comes out in the same clothes, but seclusion counts! It is

well known that lurid visions haunt secluded men, monks, hermits--then

why not prisoners? De Barral the convict took off the silk hat of the

financier de Barral and deposited it on the front seat of the cab Then

he blew out his cheeks He was red in the face

"And then what happens?" he began again in his contained voice "Here I

am, overthrown, broken by envy, malice and all uncharitableness I coone and married

some man or other, perhaps a fool, how do I know; or perhaps--anyway not

good enough"

"Stop, papa"

"A silly love affair as likely as not," he continuedbetween the ill-o it is too, on the part of a loving daughter"

She tried to interrupt him but he went on till she actually clapped her